Party Til You're Dead

A slam back stare under manic panic hair
Yeah, slip into the crack cause the moon is full and bare
Demons are jumping and the music is pumping
Yeah the sound is really something when you slam without a care

The hair is whipping
And the girls are stripping
And the bodies are dripping
And the skin is turning red
Nails are gripping
And everybody's tripping
Little death cums ripping
Yeah, party til you're dead

A vampire's grace and the look upon the face
And the echos in the chambers with the thumping of the bass
Tails and the fangs in the middle of the bang
Makes every demon hollar in the writhing of the gang

The hair is whipping
And the girls are stripping
And the bodies are dripping
And the skin is turning red
Nails are gripping
And everybody's tripping
Little death cums ripping
Yeah, party til you're dead

Can you feel the energy?
The time has come to cum again

The hair is whipping
And the girls are stripping
And the bodies are dripping
And the skin is turning red
Nails are gripping
And everybody's tripping
Little death cums ripping
Yeah, party til you're dead

The hair is whipping
And the girls are stripping
And the bodies are dripping
And the skin is turning red
Nails are gripping
And everybody's tripping
Little death cums ripping
Yeah, party til you're dead