Текст Jonathan Boulet – Hallowed Hag

On the death express
Who’s kicking up, kicking up the
Kicking up the storm
I heard it all, heard it all
Heard it all when I count to four
Kick it up the storm
Do you think we could
But you’re dancing
Don’t think, don’t think
Don’t think!
Do you think it’s fair the same old beat
Not me, not me, not me!
You’re on the death, on the death
On the death express
That’s why we’re here, why we’re here
Paying off respects
On the death express
Who’s kicking up, kicking up the
Kicking up the storm
I heard it all, heard it all
Heard it all when I count to four
Kick it up the storm
Do you think we could
But you’re dancing
Don’t think, don’t think
Don’t think!

Do you think it’s fair the same old thing
Not me, not me, not me!
You’re on the death, on the death
On the death express
That’s why we’re here, why we’re here
Paying off respects
On the death express
Who’s kicking up, kicking up the
Kicking up the storm
I heard it all, heard it all
Heard it all when I count to four
Kick it up the storm