| Me and my crew have come to steal the show
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| Stop your strange moves, feel the beat in your chest
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| Use the dancefloor to dance, like the name suggest
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| Now everyone let the rhythm flow
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| Exchange your french fork for dancing shoes
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| Leave headbanging behind and get up to the groove
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| Don’t call me Gutmensch!
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| I am here to punch your nuts
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| Don’t pee in your pants
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| This is Modern Death Pop!
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| So move your body
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| Like there’s no tommorrow
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| Metal can rust
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| But we’re here to ease your sorrow
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| You’ve never felt this way before
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| So move your body to the floor
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| If you can’t take it anymore
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| Fuck Metal!
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| Turn up the music, play it loud
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| And singalong to our sound
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| Enjoy your life and shout it out
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| Fuck Metal!
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| Don’t call me Gutmensch!
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| Let this party never stop
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| Forget the metal nonsense
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| This is Modern Death Pop!
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| This is Modern Death Pop, Baby
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| Bring back the Dancing!
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| Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
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| Bring back the Dancing!
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| Before it’s too late, before it’s too late
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| You’ve never felt this way before
|
| So move your body to the floor
|
| If you can’t take it anymore
|
| Fuck Metal!
|
| Turn up the music, play it loud
|
| And singalong to our sound
|
| Enjoy your life and shout it out
|
| Fuck Metal!
|
| Me and my crew have come to steal the show
|
| Stop your strange moves, feel the beat in your chest
|
| Use the dancefloor to dance, like the name suggest
|
| Now everyone let the rhythm flow
|
| Exchange your french fork for dancing shoes
|
| Leave headbanging behind and get up to the groove |