Pete Muldoon - Suicide Ball (feat. Theresa Watson)

Meanwhile in the dirty town at the fanciest of balls
All the people gathered in to dance before the fall
A runway amid flashing lights let to a golden gate
Behind it amid all the glam, the executioner awaits

I don't want to live
In a wasted land
With nothing but cockroaches and cannibals

Desperate and depraved
Both feet in the grave
Watching my pretty flesh rot away

I'd rather die now
And party real hard
Let our last moments be beautiful

All sadness be gone
And all will be right
When we sleep eternally tonight

Ooh ooh ooh dance at the suicide ball
Ooh ooh ooh dance at the suicide ball

The machine's almost dead
Making no more bread
No more shall we dread its iron hand

All life will be gone
This is our last song
This party is just where we belong

Ooh ooh ooh dance at the suicide ball
Ooh ooh ooh dance at the suicide ball

My makeup's done right
My dress is real tight
I came here to celebrate
And cut a rug

Let's take lots of drugs
And make shallow love
Let's overdose and use no glove

Written by:
Peter Muldoon

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