LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF THE UNDERGROUND
   YOUR EARS START TO DEAFEN YOUR HEAD BEGINS TO POUND
   THE CROWD STARTS TO MOVE AS THE EARTH BEGINS TO QUAKE
   YOUR SPINE STARTS TO GIVE AS YOUR BACK BEGINS TO BREAK
   DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR - THEY DEADED FOR THE SIDE
   THE DOORS IN THE PLACE - WOULDN'T OPEN WIDE
   500 BLACK BOOTS STEPPIN' ON YOUR FACE
   AND BLOOD EVERWHERE FROM THE PANIC IN THE PLACE
  
   THERE WAS DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR
   WHEN WE CAME TO TOWN
   THERE WAS DEATH ON THE DANCE FLOOR
   FROM THE HEAVY CONNECTION OF THE PRO-PAIN SOUND
  
   A CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER WENT AND PULLED A KNIFE
   YOU KNOW HE'S GONNA CUT YA TILL YOU'RE SCARRED FOR LIFE
   BANGIN' AND SCREAMIN' YOU WERE KICKIN' THE DOOR
   BUT NOBODY LISTENED TILL YOU SCREAMED FOR MORE
   THROBBIN' LIKE A HEARTBEAT BEATS LIKE A DRUM
   THE BAND KEPT PLAYIN' TILL THEIR LIMBS WENT NUMB
   THE FISTS IN THE AIR - THEY WERE THRASHIN' ABOUT
   TILL SOMEONE PULLED THE PLUG AND THE LIGHTS WENT OUT