Drop Dead - Lyrics - Fear Cult

With midnight hair of the bluest black Shimmering like a raven's back A quaint cliche with a pretty face A angel born to fall from grace Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! Now stumbling through the modern gloom So alone in a crowded room Found comfort in the chemicals That reap the lives and steal the souls Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! (x2) All innocence is lost tonight Beneath the heat and flashing lights All innocence is lost tonight On crystal *** and China White Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! Drop dead! On the dancefloor Drop dead! ...on the dancefloor... ...on the dancefloor...