Text: Blood On The Dance Floor. Suicide Club.

Welcome to the Suicide Club.

Love is a drug in the suicide club.
It's rough and it's tough but I never get enough.
Well dying is the latest fashion,
Well dying is the main attraction.

As I grows stronger, my voice gets louder.
As your shit gets weaker, as I stomp you with my sneakers.
I'm already dead inside.
Let my words eat you alive.

On an on and on an on,
We can't go on,
We can't go on like this.
[x4]

Tease as you breathe.
Get you down on your knees.
Reverse this curse, you naughty nurse.
WTF? It spells your death.
Kay thanks bye, I hope you die.

As we grow stronger, our voices get louder.
As their shit gets weaker, we will stomp them with our sneakers.
We're already dead inside.
Let our words eat you alive.

On and on and on and on,
We can't go on,
We can't go on like this.
[x4]

Harder harder harder!
On my bed.
Harder harder harder!
I can't forget.
Harder harder harder!
On my bed.
Harder harder harder!
Just drop dead!

On and on and on and on,
We can't go on,
We can't go on like this.
[x4]


(Thanks to Blood On The Dance Floor for these lyrics)