Dance, dance for the world evil ones.
Dance right into the grave you have been digging, yoUr whole lives.
The wog of far, isn’t it grand?
The trees are singing, “The hills or hollow and the springs are cleansed”
Nothing to do but to do it.
.
Dance, dance for the world evil ones.
Dance right into the grave you have been digging, yoUr whole lives.
The wog of far, isn’t it grand?
The trees are singing, “The hills or hollow and the springs are cleansed”
Nothing to do but to do it.
.