Rabbit Junk - Industrial...is dead (Single ’06) lyrics
[Rabbit Junk - Industrial...is dead Single ’06 lyrics]
Like some girl in a snuff video
With a cord 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, inn't it!?
Oi, Mr dJ
What records are you going to play?
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
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, RIP
Oi, Mr dJ
What records are you going to play?
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
But still they all dance
Yo!
Two three four!
If you're lookin' for a zombie fuck
Then get your kicks at the club Noc Noc
Dancing all ro-bot-ic
120 BPM, goin' tic-toc tic-toc
Un-dead posers drinking at the bar
And broken pretty things that
Can't get very far
And the three=legged dogs that are
On the the prance
I say "step aside, bitches
I'm here to dance"
Let's fucking dance let's fucking dance
Let's fucking dance
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
Let's fucking dance let's fucking dance
Let's fucking dance yeah
But still they all dance
With a cord 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, inn't it!?
Oi, Mr dJ
What records are you going to play?
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
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, RIP
Oi, Mr dJ
What records are you going to play?
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
But still they all dance
Yo!
Two three four!
If you're lookin' for a zombie fuck
Then get your kicks at the club Noc Noc
Dancing all ro-bot-ic
120 BPM, goin' tic-toc tic-toc
Un-dead posers drinking at the bar
And broken pretty things that
Can't get very far
And the three=legged dogs that are
On the the prance
I say "step aside, bitches
I'm here to dance"
Let's fucking dance let's fucking dance
Let's fucking dance
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
Let's fucking dance let's fucking dance
Let's fucking dance yeah
But still they all dance