| Song | Brewtality |
| Artist | Dance Club Massacre |
| Album | Circle of Death |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dance Club Massacre | |
| I'd like to propose another toast for the gents and gentiles. | |
| Yes we swallow, regurgitate, high five. But from our troughs comes enlightenment for at least 5 and a half hours. 4 with the hour of power. | |
| They say the sheep have been abandoned by their shepherd. It was the wolves that took him. In packs of 6, 12, maybe 30. No chance of retaining his field. | |
| Pity for who? The flock or the victim? | |
| With this a new world order is upon us. To prepare, they will fight for president, vice, and so forth to the route in which the assholes are doomed. | |
| Pick up the pace, refill the glass. | |
| The stakes get higher as the population grows. And soon this world will be spinning faster than you can cope with. | |
| The sinners sway from side to side with no remorse. The virgins marry us with pride in the disco room. Be cool. | |
| Now bestowed amongst kings and queens, much like in roman times, the gladiators gather around in a circle of death. | |
| Choose each tactic wisely baby. | |
| You don't want to go down in flames. With balance and precision you could stay on top of the can. One fatal move and you're history. | |
| The heat is rising as the stomach churns. | |
| and soon these walls will spin till eternal darkness. |
| zuo qu : Dance Club Massacre | |
| I' d like to propose another toast for the gents and gentiles. | |
| Yes we swallow, regurgitate, high five. But from our troughs comes enlightenment for at least 5 and a half hours. 4 with the hour of power. | |
| They say the sheep have been abandoned by their shepherd. It was the wolves that took him. In packs of 6, 12, maybe 30. No chance of retaining his field. | |
| Pity for who? The flock or the victim? | |
| With this a new world order is upon us. To prepare, they will fight for president, vice, and so forth to the route in which the assholes are doomed. | |
| Pick up the pace, refill the glass. | |
| The stakes get higher as the population grows. And soon this world will be spinning faster than you can cope with. | |
| The sinners sway from side to side with no remorse. The virgins marry us with pride in the disco room. Be cool. | |
| Now bestowed amongst kings and queens, much like in roman times, the gladiators gather around in a circle of death. | |
| Choose each tactic wisely baby. | |
| You don' t want to go down in flames. With balance and precision you could stay on top of the can. One fatal move and you' re history. | |
| The heat is rising as the stomach churns. | |
| and soon these walls will spin till eternal darkness. |
| zuò qǔ : Dance Club Massacre | |
| I' d like to propose another toast for the gents and gentiles. | |
| Yes we swallow, regurgitate, high five. But from our troughs comes enlightenment for at least 5 and a half hours. 4 with the hour of power. | |
| They say the sheep have been abandoned by their shepherd. It was the wolves that took him. In packs of 6, 12, maybe 30. No chance of retaining his field. | |
| Pity for who? The flock or the victim? | |
| With this a new world order is upon us. To prepare, they will fight for president, vice, and so forth to the route in which the assholes are doomed. | |
| Pick up the pace, refill the glass. | |
| The stakes get higher as the population grows. And soon this world will be spinning faster than you can cope with. | |
| The sinners sway from side to side with no remorse. The virgins marry us with pride in the disco room. Be cool. | |
| Now bestowed amongst kings and queens, much like in roman times, the gladiators gather around in a circle of death. | |
| Choose each tactic wisely baby. | |
| You don' t want to go down in flames. With balance and precision you could stay on top of the can. One fatal move and you' re history. | |
| The heat is rising as the stomach churns. | |
| and soon these walls will spin till eternal darkness. |