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Last call at the end of the world
Bar lights buzzing like flies on a wall
Cold hands dealing out one more round
All the clocks on the ceiling spun upside down
Step in the groove of the dead (hey!)
Where the bones keep time instead
When your heartbeat's overdrawn
We still dance till the pulse is gone
Slide in the groove of the dead
Where the lost keep lifting their heads
If you're scared of the dark ahead
You can hide in the groove of the dead
Old saints with their collars undone
Black boots tapping like teeth on a drum
Graveyard shift in a secondhand suit
Spinning slow in the dust of your youth
Step in the groove of the dead (oh yeah)
Where the bones keep time instead
When your heartbeat's overdrawn
We still dance till the pulse is gone
Slide in the groove of the dead
Where the lost keep lifting their heads
If you're scared of the dark ahead
You can hide in the groove of the dead
You were praying for a warning sign
You were begging for one more breath
All you got was a crooked line
And a backstage pass to death
Step in the groove of the dead (hey!)
Where the bones keep time instead
When your heartbeat's overdrawn
We still dance till the pulse is gone
Slide in the groove of the dead
Where the lost keep lifting their heads
If you're scared of the dark ahead
You can hide in the groove of the dead (groove of the dead)