Dance Until You're Dead

Music, Arrangement, Lyrics and Art by MiMa ©2026. All rights reserved. AI Disclosure (EU): AI-assisted content. Human creative direction, selection, arrangement and final editorial control by MiMa. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] Corpses and ghost... and those no longer certain... The floor is open. [Verse 1] There's a ballroom underneath us where the chandeliers hang low, and the guests arrive in coffins dressed with nowhere else to go. Mrs. Black is wearing silver, Mr. Grey has lost his head, but he keeps impeccable rhythm for a gentleman who's dead. [Pre-Chorus] One step left, one step right, little bones look good tonight. Take my hand, don't be shy— You can rest when nighttime dies. [Chorus] Dance, dance, dance until you're dead, let the rhythm raise your head. Shake the dust out of your shoes, you've got nothing left to lose. Dance, dance, underneath the moon, morning always comes too soon. If your heart has lost the beat, borrow one and move your feet. [Post-Chorus] La-la-la-la... dead don't sleep. La-la-la-la... dead keep beat. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] There's a widow by the speaker with a raven in her hair, and a boy without a shadow spinning circles through the air. There's a countess made of cobwebs, there's a corpse behind the bar, pouring something green and glowing— Don't ask what the olives are. [Pre-Chorus] One step left, one step right, death is terribly polite. Mind your manners, mind your breath— Everybody dances with death. [Chorus] Dance, dance, dance until you're dead, let the rhythm raise your head. Shake the dust out of your shoes, you've got nothing left to lose. Dance, dance, underneath the moon, morning always comes too soon. If your heart has lost the beat, borrow one and move your feet. [Breakdown] Who brought the bones? We brought the bones! Who brought the bell? We brought the bell! Who brought the dead? They brought themselves. [Instrumental] [Bridge] When the moon begins to pale and the stars turn out their lights, all the dead return their smiles and politely say goodnight. Back to boxes, back below, back to places no one knows. But before they disappear... Same time next year? Same time next year. [Final Chorus] Dance, dance, dance until you're dead, let the rhythm raise your head! Shake the dust out of your shoes, you've got nothing left to lose! Dance, dance, underneath the moon, morning always comes too soon. When your heart forgets the beat— MOVE YOUR FEET! MOVE YOUR FEET! Dance until the night is through, death has saved a dance for you! [Outro] Oh, good. You're finally on beat.