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Dance of Death

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The Dance of Death

The Dance of Death
 (Patrick Sky)

 Sing to me, sing to me, a tune that's made for dancing
 For I must do the dance of death for all the people watching
 Turn around, turn around, doctors, bakers, lawyers
 Coming from all walks of life, Whitmans and Tom Sawyers.

 Well, see the politician's grin as the dance gets wilder
 His dowager mother plays for him, don't you want to hear her?
 Smoke is rising thick as sugar as the heels go flying
 Kiss them babies two by two, swing those mothers sighing.

 Professional vampires do-si-do, suck their juices from them
 Makers of this hell on earth stick red hot dollars to them
 It's round and round the banker's vault as the count gets higher
 See the surplus alms collected, dancing in the fire.

 King of Paupers turn around, misery unending
 Promenade with pestilence, with rags upon you winding
 Monks and preachers ridicule you, curse you for your sinning
 Holy fathers dance you round, say death is your beginning.

 Queen of Fools turn around, life will be your folly
 Wave your wand at those who will waste away and worry
 Play them for the fools they are and make their steps up for them
 A clock that's shaken hard enough, it cannot stay in rhythm.

 Sing to me, sing to me, a tune that's made for dancing
 For I must do the dance of death for all the people watching.

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