Dance In The Fire

Aw, I said that grim reaper can't sow a stitch I bet that sickle of his couldn't even scratch an itch What's reaped is reaped, sown is sown All along we must atone, the way I see it that grim reaper His big ol' bag of bones And the way I see it, got a man in the sky just to keep sane And the way I see it, got a man in the ground to have someone to blame There ain't no master race, we're all just monkeys with toothpaste Lord have mercy, a bunch of owls and a neck brace A bunch of owls and a neck brace So don't make me a liar Let's dance in the fire Join in with me, choir While the flames, them old flames rise higher Don't make me a liar Let's dance in the fire Join in with me, choir While the flames rise higher Dance in the fire Dance in the fire Dance in the fire Dance in that old fire, yeah