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It happens every night,
The club is so alive,
I hit the floor and take it slowly.

The music starts to play,
I get carried away,
And I unleash something unholy.

'Cause the way I move it ignites her spark,
Awakening something deep and dark.
And the creature swallows her like a flood
And hungers for blood.

And all I wanna do
is make make make your body move.
Just one good dance with you,
but now you're a troll.
Your eyes are glowing red,
You're drinking from a severed head.
This club's completely dead,
It's out of control.
Just like every time before.

I've got a natural poise,
Not like the other boys.
My dance has every woman willing.

But from their nether realms,
A passion overwhelms,
And leaves them thirsty for the killing.

And their glowing eyes burn as they transform.
The curdling blood I hear them roar.
And if I run I just might survive,
Or be eaten alive.

And all I wanna do
is make make make your body move.
Just one good dance with you,
but now you're a troll.
Your eyes are glowing red,
You're drinking from a severed head.
This club's completely dead,
It's out of control.
Just like every time before.

Ravenous antagonists attacking, we ain't having this.
We stabbing, missing, grabbing, listen, cataclysm in the kitchen
Cabinets of cannabis that can't control your animus,
and animists with phantom fists admit that when I'm dancing I'm the

handsomest. I'm like the light of the moon.
When the night is in bloom, hum a frightening tune.
And the heightening tightening lightning brightens the room,
Fight or flight, you're eye to eye with your doom.

We'll have a party,
We'll have a war.
We'll be devoured on the way to the dance floor.

I'll make you sweat and
You'll make me scream.
This is the nightmare of your wildest dreams.

And all I wanna do
is make make make your body move.
Just one good dance with you,
but now you're a troll.
Your eyes are glowing red,
You're drinking from a severed head.
This club's completely dead,
It's out of control.
Just like every time before.

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from Revenge of the Moon Scorpions, track released January 9, 2016

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