Fear Cult - Drop Dead lyrics

With midnight hair of the bluest black

Shimmering like the raven's back

A quaint cliché with a pretty face

An angel born to fall from grace

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Now stumbling through the modern gloom

So alone in a crowded room

Found comfort in the chemicals

That reap the life and steal the souls

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead {x2}

Drop dead

All innocence is lost tonight

Beneath the heat and flashing lights

Innocence is lost tonight

On crystal meth and china white

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead

Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead {x2}<br />

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Thanks to Miss Cryptina