Janelle Monae - Dance Apocalyptic (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Janelle Monae - Dance Apocalyptic (Lyrics - Paroles)

Janelle Monae - Dance Apocalyptic (Lyrics - Paroles)
[Intro]
Dance apocalyptic
Bands they make her dance apocalyptic now
Bands they make her dance apocalyptic
Bands they make her dance apocalyptic now
Bands they make her dance apocalyptic

[Verse 1]
You’re going crazy
The hitman always finds you
Do that dance
Smoking in the girls room
Kissing friends
It’s all built like a comic book
It’s floating… in the bathroom stall
She’s so freaked out worrying about the bomb but
You bought a house but I’m allergic to the house pets
Credit cards
They bought a new wife for shiny little lonely men

[Hook]
But I really, really want to thank you
For dancing ’til the end
You found a way to break out
You’re not afraid to break out
But I need to know
If the world says its time to go
Tell me, will you freak out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don’t stop
Chalangalangalang
But I need to know
If the world says its time to go
Tell me, will you break out?
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don’t stop
Chalangalangalang
Smash, smash, bang, bang
Don’t stop
Chalangalangalang

[Verse 2]
You got a life, but the zombie’s in the front yard
Take a bath, but nothing gets the foam
You’re on TV, rocking and a rolling
Cuz the dead just love to rock and roll
Sick and tired of food tasting plastic
Thinking, “What a crowd.”
But the… real
Asking why the pain is always equal
But the joy just never spreads around

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You’re going crazy
The hitman always finds you
Do that dance
Smoking in the girls’ room
Kissing friends
Keep a rocking and a rolling
Cuz the dead just love to rock and roll
So freaked out, worried about the bomb
Bought a house, but I’m allergic to the house pets
Credit cards, working and a-bobbing
Just to make enough to pay your rent

[Hook]

[Outro]
I’ve been
Look at you
You look just like a little old earthquake
Break it, break it
You got to break it
Ain’t no order in this courtroom
Smash, smash, bang, bang
(Y’all going to jail)
Don’t stop
Chalangalangalang
What’s the matter?
Your chicken tastes like pork?
You have triplets instead of twins?
Is your food taste plastic?
Grandaddy, I think I wanna dance

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