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 One
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 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
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 you're looking for a zombie fuck
Then get your kicks at the club Noc Noc
Dancing all robotic
120 bpm going tick-tock tick-tock
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