Lyrics Lord Of The Dance - The Vandals

Lord Of The Dance

A needy world greets the new messiah
Taking applications for disciples
To touch the hem of his leather trousers
Unleashes the fury of his healing powers
His feet we’re blistered for you sins
And painful melvins in the high school gym
From those who doubted «He» was «Him»
The savior of our souls- Lord Michael
I’m exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can
His wonders work in mysterious ways
Arms are still above his furious legs
A simple shuffle and a full plie, he’s making Zima out of Perrier
He’s got one commandment for his scribes to tell- «Ignite your passion»
or burn in hell
Hallelujah we are in his debt, baptized from his holy sweat
I’m exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can
The Lord of Lords declares a holy war on the on the onlookers and the
wallflowers
I’m exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can