Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fancy Dancing, artist - Fable Cry.
Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Song language: English
Fancy Dancing |
Decaying vines, a hidden path, I’m trudging on |
Hide your fear |
Miraculous I don’t succumb, I trudge along |
Hide your fear |
The air is thick I’m getting sick the thorns and ivy — whoa is me |
I’m running out, and stumbling in, a boiling pot of witchery |
Out of the deep two eyes I meet, a blinding light of emerald green |
Well who is she? |
Now whoa is me, now now now… |
Who are you? |
«A friendly kind of friend» |
Who are you? |
«Well only slightly deadly» |
Who are you? |
«A deadly kind of friend» |
Who are you? |
A homely foyer, miniature mantle, ugly things |
Hide your fear |
The smelly dish is bubbling over with stinky things |
Hide your fear |
The air is thick I’m getting sick the mold and rotting — whoa is me |
I’m freaking out, and peering in, a boiling pot of witchery |
Out of the pot of puke and snot now what else could be there inside, |
I want to hide, now what’s inside? |
Now now now… |
«Cat's claw and an ass’s jaw |
A piglets hoof and monkey paw |
Drown the rat and eat it raw |
Maggots and worms, forget what you saw» |
She had me cursed it was too late |
She knew me cursed she knew my fate |
I begged, eyes wide, what did you see? |
And with a smile she said to me: |
I saw you dancing |
I saw you dancing fancy |
I saw you dancing |
I saw you dancing fancy |
Decaying vines, a hidden path, I’m trudging on |
Hide your fear |
Miraculous I don’t succumb I trudge along |
Hide your fear |
The air is thick I’m getting sick the mold and rotting — whoa is me |
I’m freaking out, and peering in, a boiling pot of witchery |
Out of the deep two eyes I meet, a man is dangling from a tree |
Well who is he? |
Now whoa is me, now now now, |
Who is he? |
«A most familiar fellow» |
Who is he? |
«Now swinging with the willows» |
Who is he? |
«Upon his deadly gallows» |
Who is he? |
That man looks just like me! |
That man looks just like me! |
That man is dancing fancy! |
I see me dancing fancy! |
She had me cursed it was too late |
She knew me cursed she knew my fate |
I begged, eyes wide, what did you see? |
And with a smile she said to me: |
I saw you dancing |
I saw you dancing fancy |
I saw you dancing |
And now you’re dancing fancy |