Dancing On Your Grave

Another Perfect Day, 5 minutes

Dancing On Your Grave
  • Dancing On Your Grave

Lyrics

Motörhead

I know you thought you were a real operator,
But I don't know why,
All you had was a bankroll babe,
And a glint in your eye,
I'm 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 know you think I'm a real rough trade,
Now I'm the one dancing on your grave

One time you was a real high-stepper,
On the high trapeze,
But you know you ran out of money,
Wound up on your knees,
I'm the one you never made,
Now I'm the one dancing on your grave

Written by KILMINSTER, IAN FRASER/ROBERTSON, BRIAN DAVID
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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