Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes,
waiting for the sunset to come people going home.
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head,
now everyone is dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the daaaaaaaance of the dead.
oh little town soon you'll see the time has come to see
theres nothing you believe you want
but where were you,
when it all, came down, on me
did you call me out