All the Dancers enter into the Ballroom, And they all begin to step in time, The only rule of the Dance, is to not step upon the Mine, Around they Gather, They all Hold arms, And sing about a Villain's Crime, Swaying, and fraying, to and fro, they dance together, And lie together, Like Pinocchio, The Nose Gets Bigger, And the Lies get Smaller, And every second, The Devil Grows Taller, The Dancers Keep on Dancing, And they Dance in Simple Silence, Because the Dance Would End, With a Simple Call to Violence, But that is a call, they cannot make, For fear, that they should make a mistake, Those Faggots, they Keep on Dancing Around, Those Morons, they keep on Acting a Clown, They need to step firmly upon the issue, They need to separate the blood from the tissue, The mine is there, at the center, The crater if there, if you need to enter, We aren't here to play, and we shouldn't go away, Murder those shits, We should do it Today.