The Dance - American Music Club

When she first saw him

In her blood she knew her role

He’d be king of the castle

She’d be the riches he stole

Some can only stumble through

The empty rooms of their soul

And it takes ashes

To make them whole

She looks in his eyes

When he brings out his gun

His uniform is open

He has a great buzz on

He says, 'bitch dance with me

I’m sick of the sun'

He shakes his money maker

Without the safety on

She tells herself

'Don't ever act afraid

This is not how my

Debts will be paid'

And she never wants

His good time to fade

When hatred starts to flash

Twilight from his blade

He holds the gun loose and free

Like it’s a toy

Like an orchestra conductor who

Surrenders to the joy

He feels his destiny

Feels it like a boy

That it’s too important

For anyone to destroy

So around and around they go

On the rug by the bed

He’s pulling out his best moves

He’s cool as Wonder Bread

And the gun goes off

And paints her face all red

When she was dancing with him

He was dancing with the dead

You can forget your shadow

You can forget your dreams

But if you say the right words

Your uniform is clean

He loves those cop sunglasses

Loves what they mean

They show the world

That he’s on the winning team