Blood on the dancefloor's new song, Happy Violentine's Day! original Version from iTunes.

01 - Happy Violentine's Day! (BOTDF)

Dart's here to bring you online
I've got salt and tequila and ice for your lime
Big hair big Shoes and tight jeans
I'm the scene rat queen of your drunken daydreams
Get down on me like that freaky shit you know I like
Of course I'm fucking into that bitch this is showbiz
I'm here to fuck, get drunk, get crunk, and own it

Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
Put your hands on my hips
And let's go for a ride!
Let's freaky while we're getting crunk
We're drunk tonight
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you hit the floor
Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
[A-L-C-O] Lust and liquor feelin high
Let's get crazy while we're getting crunk
Turn out the lights
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you beg for more (WOO)

Defibrillate, calibrate, are you okay?
Just a little electric, or how you say,
Oui, Je suis mort en 2004
Left a captive audience who adore
All the crazy ass shit that the scene queens do
There had to be somebody to be instead of you
So here I am baby, lick it up
That's what I said to your girl in my pickup truck

CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG

Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
Put your hands on my hips
And let's go for a ride!
Let's freaky while we're getting crunk
We're drunk tonight
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you hit the floor
Drink!
One shot this time!
Drink!
Two shots this time!
Dance!
Try not to die
[A-L-C-O] Wait that's not mine
Let's get crazy while we're getting crunk
Turn out the lights
Drink!
Three shots this time!
Dance until you beg for more

I know everybody here by the same name
The same hair and clothes and the fake fame
We're all reliving but we can't live
We're all window shopping and we can't give
What's the point of it all if it's been done before
I don't wanna be a doll or a face or the same whore
Everything I do is derivative, referential so apologies if I come off sad or existential
My life's work here is an attempt at authentic
Pathetic but I think I deserve a little credit
Am I alive? Are you alive?
Right who are you?
That's the point of it all, reflecting back to you
A-L-C-O-H-O-L I see it back to you
I put the Star is Czarina and the Cat in Catatonic
Ignore the message just crank the bass bitch I'm on it

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Drink Drink Dance! (Do Not Die)

08 X X 3

[Verse 1]
You flap your lies like broken wings,
Spillin’ venom in the bloodline stream.
Every dinner table turned to war,
Every scar you left—I keep the score.

[Pre-Chorus]
You called it love, but it reeked of spite,
You burned the bridge and lit the night.
Now all that fuel you poured on me,
Is the fire that’ll set you free.

[Chorus]
Go drink gasoline, goose!
Light the match to your own abuse.
Every drop of hate you threw,
Comes right back to smother you.
Go drink gasoline, goose!
Taste the fire of the truth you loosed.
Family flames don’t burn out clean,
So choke on the gas, go drink gasoline.

[Verse 2]
You strutted proud in a crooked crown,
Dragged our name through the ashes town.
Fed on chaos, fed on pain,
But every feast will rot your name.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your poison tongue don’t make you king,
It’s just the sound of suffering.
And when the fire finds your fuse,
Remember what I screamed at you:

[Chorus]
Go drink gasoline, goose!
Light the match to your own abuse.
Every drop of hate you threw,
Comes right back to smother you.
Go drink gasoline, goose!
Taste the fire of the truth you loosed.
Family flames don’t burn out clean,
So choke on the gas, go drink gasoline.

[Bridge]
Blood’s no bond when the blood runs black,
Every curse you gave, I’m giving back.
You think you’re fire? You’re just a spark,
Dying fast in the endless dark.

[Breakdown]
Fuel your lies—watch them bleed,
Your legacy’s kerosene.
You want war? Then cut me loose,
Here’s your toast: gasoline goose.

[Final Chorus]
Go drink gasoline, goose!
Light the match to your own abuse.
Every drop of hate you threw,
Comes right back to smother you.
Go drink gasoline, goose!
Taste the fire of the truth you loosed.
Family flames don’t burn out clean,
So choke on the gas, go drink gasoline.

[Outro]
Feathers burn and ashes bloom,
Your hate became your living tomb.
No excuse, no truce—
Go drink gasoline, goose.

Go Drink Gasoline Goose

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