Motorhead Dancing On Your Grave текст песни, слова песни Dancing On Your Grave Motorhead
Motorhead - Dancing On Your Grave
I know you thought you're a real operator
But I don't know why
All you had was a bankroll, babe
And a glint in your eye
I'm a high-steppin' like an indian brave
I'm the one
Dancing on your grave
You know I'm a killer babe
Here's late news for you
you couldn't buy me with a million, babe
I'm too good for you
I'm know you think I'm real rough trade
Now I'm the one
Dancing on your grave
One time you was a real high-stepper
On the high trapeze
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