This is a new dance,

Put a rope in your hands,

Get on a chair,

And put the thing around your neck.

Then jump around,

You won't feel down,

When you'll awake,

You'll realize life's just fake.

Your violet-blue body,

Swings on the rope around,

It was your last chance,

To do the hangman's dance.

Feel the grip-before you're stiff

Graveyard client-beloved ones crying

Feel the grip-before you're stiff

You wish you were dead-just go ahead

Get rope and chair-'cause I'll teach you the dance