Текст песни
Deep in the graveyard, choir sang me off to sleep
Ride or dance where the dead oaks sway
Clap your hands till your soul decays
Round and round where the shadows show
Raise your glass to the dance of the dead oaks
Bootheel stomping in a funeral dirt
Skeleton fiddles on a devil's surge
The wind caught fire, the moss caught flame
The corpses laughed when they called my name
Dance where the dead oaks sway
Clap your hands till your soul decays
Round and round where the shadows show
Raise your glass to the dance of the dead oaks
Bones for drums and a jawbone harp
Every note cut quick, every chord cut sharp
I tried to stop, but the roots pulled tight
Swinging with the dead through the endless night
Moonlight cracked on a crooked grin
The devil clapped time with a violin set
Bore your mind till the heavens fall
And the dance don't end when you lost it all
Dance, dance where the dead oaks sway
Clap your hands till your soul decays
Round and round where the shadows show
Raise your glass to the dance of the dead oaks
Bones for drums and a jawbone harp
Every note cut quick, every chord cut sharp
I tried to stop, but the roots pulled tight
Swinging with the dead through the endless night
Moonlight cracked on a crooked grin
The devil clapped time with a violin set
Bore your mind till the heavens fall
And the dance don't end when you lost it all
Dance, dance where the dead oaks sway
Bones for drums and a jawbone harp