Dance On My Grave
(From Danny Elfman's Little Demons)
Hear me now before I depart
All you faithful tender old heart
Gather 'round now, stand up and be brave
Soon you can meet and dance on my grave
Hear me now for soon I'll be dead
You'll sleep better tonight in your beds
And your good daughters now will be saved
Gather together and dance on my grave
Who will watch with scorn in their eyes
Waiting for some nasty surprise?
Waiting for God to strike me down first?
Take of my pain, you can all quench your thirst
Not that we could for one minute be me
See the world through my eyes
The things you would see
And how you would wail if you fell in that hole
While the weight of the darkness was crushing your soul
Then back in your safe little lives you would snap
Still looking at me with me looking back
For those haughty expressions would have vanished for sure
Those superior eyes would no longer be pure
Look there! In the heart of your little white souls!
It appears to be marred by a large gaping hole
And when you think of me then in time
And the cold wind touches your spine
Though you may shudder the memory remains
Come drink a toast as you dance on my grave
Words and gestures, who really cares?
Words are cheap and nothing but air
Useless are words, it's time now to pay
Come one, come all! and dance on my grave
"Look there! In the heart of your little white souls!
It appears to be marred by a large gaping hole"