Dance in the Fire Songtext
von Early James

Aw, I said that grim reaper can′t sow a stitch
I bet that sickle of his couldn't even scratch an itch
What′s reaped is reaped, sown is sown
All along we must atone, the way I see it that grim reaper
His big ol' bag of bones

And the way I see it, got a man in the sky just to keep sane
And the way I see it, got a man in the ground to have someone to blame
There ain't no master race, we′re all just monkeys with toothpaste
Lord have mercy, a bunch of owls and a neck brace
A bunch of owls and a neck brace


So don′t make me a liar
Let's dance in the fire
Join in with me, choir
While the flames, them old flames rise higher

Don′t make me a liar
Let's dance in the fire
Join in with me, choir
While the flames rise higher

Dance in the fire
Dance in the fire
Dance in the fire
Dance in that old fire, yeah