Lord Of The Dance - The Vandals

A needy world greets the new messiah

Taking applications for disciples

To touch the hem of his leather trousers

Unleashes the fury of his healing powers

His feet we’re blistered for you sins

And painful melvins in the high school gym

From those who doubted «He» was «Him»

The savior of our souls- Lord Michael

I’m exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance

The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can

His wonders work in mysterious ways

Arms are still above his furious legs

A simple shuffle and a full plie, he’s making Zima out of Perrier

He’s got one commandment for his scribes to tell- «Ignite your passion»

or burn in hell

Hallelujah we are in his debt, baptized from his holy sweat

I’m exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance

The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can

The Lord of Lords declares a holy war on the on the onlookers and the

wallflowers

I’m exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance

The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can