Do you know where we go when our hearts stop beating? Bored of those once held close? Time on Earth is fleeting In the sky, when we die, thereʼs a state of being Itʼs like a club, but up above Youʼll be dancing when youʼ re decomposing twinkle toes. Strike a pose, you Demon Moves unleashed by those deceased, unknown to disco heathens Dodgy raves beyond the grave, ‘till rigor mortis seeps in Fred Astaire, but cadaver Youʼ ll be dancing when you hold my hand and leave this world Nowʼs your time Saw you in a mirror ball… in the next life CʼMON! CʼMON! CʼMON! COME ON! Youʼll be dancing when youʼ re DEAD Youʼll be dancing when CʼMON! Youʼll be dancing when youʼ re DEAD Youʼll be dancing when COME ON!