Oh, my God.
Love is just a history that they may prove.
And when you're gone, I'll tell them my religion.
See, when punctures come to kill that king upon his throne, I'm ready for their stones.
I'll dance, dance, dance with my hands, hands, hands above my head Like Jesus said I'm gonna dance, dance, dance with my hands, hands, hands above my head And together forget them before you stand behind I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do I won't cry till you see When you're gone I'll still be right there with you
We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve.
He can't rewrite the egg roll of my fury heart.
I wait on mountaintops in Paris going to Thala, where we're to turn.
I'll dance, dance, dance with my hands, dance, dance above my head, head, head, like Jesus said.
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance with my hands, dance, dance above my head, dance together, forget them before you stand because I won't cry for you.
I won't crucify the things you do I won't cry for you, see When you're gone I'll still be bloody merry
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
Dum-dum-dar-da Dum-dum-dar-da Dum-dum-dar-da-da-da-dar-da
I won't cry for you
I will crucify the things you do, do, do
I won't lie to you, see, when you're gone I'll still be bloody lonely.
Thank you.
