Don't Mind the Dancer / The Dance with the Deseased
It came with the wind, washed away my sins, immortal wave
They should have known, as they maybe did, the scene was obscene
A bathtub full of warmth, bathtub full of hell, no one lived to tell
In all the shades of grey, I saw the children play, the signs were there
May they gather and dance, music of the band, I don't care anymore
A bathtub full of warmth, bathtub full of hell, no one lived to tell
He came with the wind, and even though he had sinned, they didn't seem to care
And as I now applaud and do it pretty loud, I can still hear the rain
A bathtub full of warmth, bathtub full of hell, no one lived to tell
Não Se Importa com o Dançarino / A Dança com os Mortos
Veio com o vento, lavou meus pecados, onda imortal
Eles deveriam saber, como talvez soubessem, a cena era obscena
Uma banheira cheia de calor, banheira cheia de inferno, ninguém sobreviveu pra contar
Em todos os tons de cinza, vi as crianças brincarem, os sinais estavam lá
Que eles se reúnam e dancem, música da banda, não me importo mais
Uma banheira cheia de calor, banheira cheia de inferno, ninguém sobreviveu pra contar
Ele veio com o vento, e mesmo que tivesse pecado, eles pareciam não se importar
E enquanto agora aplaudo e faço barulho, ainda consigo ouvir a chuva
Uma banheira cheia de calor, banheira cheia de inferno, ninguém sobreviveu pra contar