Dancing With Mr. D - Live At The Gelredome, Arnhem

Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst The air smells sweet, the air smells sick He never smiles, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he's called Mr. D And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me Dancing with Mr. D, with Mr. D, with Mr. D Will it be poison put in my glass Will it be slow or will it be fast? The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night Hiding in a corner in New York City Looking down a forty-four in West Virginia I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me Dancing with Mr. D, Mr. D, with Mr. D, with Mr. D, with Mr. D Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me Dancing with Mr. D One night I was dancing with a lady in black Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones The eyes in her skull was burning like coals Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone I was dancing with Mrs. D Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, dancing, dancing so free Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing Dancing, dancing.