listen to the sound of the underground      your ears start to deafen your head begins to pound      the crowd starts to move as the earth begins to quake   your spine starts to give as your back begins to break      death on the dance floor - they deaded for the side         the doors in the place - wouldn't open wide      500 black boots steppin' on your face      and blood everwhere from the panic in the place               there was death on the dance floor   when we came to town      there was death on the dance floor      from the heavy connection of the pro-pain sound            a crazy motherfucker went and pulled a knife      you know he's gonna cut ya till you're scarred for life   bangin' and screamin' you were kickin' the door         but nobody listened till you screamed for more      throbbin' like a heartbeat beats like a drum      the fists in the air - they were thrashin' about   the band kept playin' till their limbs went numb         till someone pulled the plug and the lights went out