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Devil's Got A Brand New Dance

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Spencerwritespoems

Published: Dec 28, 2012

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Devil's Got a Brand New Dance

Hiding from the sunshine
tucked into the night
candles on the corner
bring your face in to the light

smoothest of the talkers
with the moves that you learned to survive
in a groove with the lambs on your altar
that would die just to watch you jive

Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
Devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you

You say we all took a dip in the ocean
but lost control in the tide
we all start with hearts that are open
till the water sweeps them aside
we all get a little pleasure
laying in the bed of a lie
we all get a little bit higher
on the skeletons that we climb

Devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
The devil's got a brand new dance
and it looks like you

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My lyrics to the song Devil's Got A Brand New Dance by H.A. Perkins the band I'm in. www.haperkins.com This song is the first in the media player.
These lyrics have no religious or satanic connotation, the imagery is symbolic.
As I was writing this I thought of a politician and the measures they take to ensure a positive outcome for themselves, even if it comes at the expense of those with less power. This can really apply to anyone though. Sometimes the hardest things to face inside ourselves are our own wicked ways.