Teksty: Frenzal Rhomb. Shut Your Mouth. Dance-Ecution.

I'll keep moving till the day I die
To the dance, dance-ecution
I feel the rhythm till my final hour
Dance, dance, dance-ecution

I'm not feeling so low, dancing on death row

Boogie my way to the guillotine
To the dance, dance-ecution
Electric chair's not so obscene
Dance, dance, dance-ecution

Feet won't stop moving alas, waiting for the gas

Upon our judgment day, we'll dance the night away

Bring new meaning to 'that swinging sound
To the dance, dance-ecution
Do the marimba six feet underground
Dance, dance, dance-ecution

I'm not feeling so low, dancing on death row

Upon our judgment day, we'll dance the night away
Don't have to move a lot, in front of the firing squad

Dance, dance, dance-ecution
Dance, dance, dance-ecution
Dance, dance, dance-ecution
Dance, dance, dance-ecution

Lethal injection's no pain, when you do that Charleston again

Upon our judgment day, we'll dance the night away
Don't have to move a lot, in front of the firing squad
Upon our judgment day, we'll dance the night away