Гробовщик танцует вальс с вдовой

Damp earth beneath my nails - the best manicure around
Your husband is quiet now, six feet underground
No saints in this place, just us and the neon light
Shining like a searchlight, cutting through the night!


Forget the mourning, baby, to hell with black silk!
I see how you look at me, you’re of the same ilk
Throw the shovel aside, the bass starts to zoom
On this fresh pile of dirt, we dance on the tomb!

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THIS IS THE WALTZ!
THE UNDERTAKER AND THE WIDOW!
Spinning 'round until we crash through the window!
THIS IS THE WALTZ!
IN THE SILENCE SO DEEP!
We don't need tears, and we don't need to weep!
The Power of Night calls!
This is the Dead Waltz!


Watch the shadows dancing on the marble slab
We are the only ones, giving life a stab
He was a stingy bore? Now he is just dust!
And we are writing rock 'n' roll stories of lust


One-two-three, one-two-three - heels on the wreath!
Let the dead envy the life underneath
I hold you tighter than nails in the pine
Everything "before" is left behind the line!




No one will see us...
No one will judge...
The moon is a spotlight...
We hold a grudge...
WE ARE THE STARS!


THIS IS THE WALTZ!
THE UNDERTAKER AND THE WIDOW!
Damn the words, let the feelings flow!
THIS IS THE WALTZ!
POWER OF THE NIGHT CALLS!
If you don't dance, you're dead in the halls!