I turned up, as wanton man, who doesn’t stray from the murky lanes And for sure, I brew myself pain which pins me down till the present day I was told ‘‘don’t make a fuss son, you never know who swings the blade’’, but I was born, down in the valley Where nobody kneels low at the throne
‘Cause I’m dancing, Dancing on the razor blades, I’m dancing, dancing on the razor blades, Dancing, dancing on the razor blades, You'd better watch out, don’t step in my way I laid back and tried to keep sane till the river broke through its banks I stood up and rode up the mountain where Okeanus’ sons met earth and stone It flows; hordes of devoted only wish to cut to my bones, but I was born, down in the valley Where nobody kneels low at the throne Chorus SOLO Chorus
I turned up, as wanton man,
who doesn’t stray from the murky lanes
And for sure, I brew myself pain
which pins me down till the present day
I was told ‘‘don’t make a fuss son,
you never know who swings the blade’’, but
I was born, down in the valley
Where nobody kneels low at the throne
‘Cause I’m dancing,
Dancing on the razor blades,
I’m dancing, dancing on the razor blades,
Dancing, dancing on the razor blades,
You'd better watch out, don’t step in my way
I laid back and tried to keep sane
till the river broke through its banks
I stood up and rode up the mountain
where Okeanus’ sons met earth and stone
It flows; hordes of devoted
only wish to cut to my bones, but
I was born, down in the valley
Where nobody kneels low at the throne
Chorus
SOLO
Chorus
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