You should have never invited me to your party

If you were going to keep me from dancing

Why pretend to welcome all who tap to a beat

If there were to be rules to stand in place

Those smiles on the dance floor seemed warm at first

But they were just meant to hide the cyanide in the teeth

Through which you curse any who dare to dance

I could call you draconian

But that would be too nice

For shame, you have no shame

There’s no music, no violins

There’s just the beating of your ugly heart

It’s not melodic

It’s not in tune with the world drums

It often skips a beat, for

It’s a dead man’s party

Time to put on those dancing shoes

Time to dance to the siren calls