Fear Cult

Drop Dead Lyrics



With midnight hair of the bluest black

Shimmering like a raven's back

A quaint cliche with a pretty face

A angel born to fall from grace



Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead



Now stumbling through the modern gloom

So alone in a crowded room

Found comfort in the chemicals

That reap the lives and steal the souls



Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead



All innocence is lost tonight

Beneath the heat and flashing lights

Innocence is lost tonight

On crystal meth and China White



Drop dead on the dance floor

Drop dead