Lyrics Dance Club Massacre

Dance Club Massacre

Jdios Mio! El Diablo Es Muy Picante

I'll treat you like the fuck you want to get fucked by then you can fuck yourself the way I couldn't.

I'll shake the maracas like a champ, like a professional, but you won't dance for me though. I know you like the blood on the back of my hand.

What did you expect of me?

Prince charming is a faggot's tale, and I'm just staring in a bathroom mirror, into a montage.

Baby I'd pick your brain if I were a surgeon, but if I tried I'd end up in some desert heading for the same mirage.