like some girl in a snuff video   with a chord around her neck   and her veins full of blow   she's dancing like she doesn't know   that she's hanging in the morgue with industrial   so gothed out like "black number 1"    She'd rather slit her wrists than have some fun   Shaking her corpse to the same old shit   Playing it safe is boring, isn't it!?      Oi! Mr. DJ, what records are ya playin' today   Oi! Mr. DJ, are you gonna play the same damn thing that you did yesterday      This ghetto   abysmal   like gangstas   in limbo   creation   invasion   a fortress   a mission   arrested   infested   this corpse has been re-animated   pale embrace in a sick romance   it's dead and gone but still they all dance      Every day is Halloween   but it's Halloween stuck in '93   And it makes me think of the good old days   of skinny puppy and ministry   combat boots and pvc   Dressing up like a scary drag queen   It's dead and gone, so let's move on   Industrial R.I.P.      If yer lookin for a zombie fuck   then get your kicks at the club noc noc (Seattle, WA.)   dancing all ro-bot-ic   120 bmp goin tic toc tic toc       un-dead posers drinking at the bar   and broken pretty things that can't get very far   and the 3 legged dogs that are on the the prance   I say step aside bitches I'm here to dance      Let's fucking dance