Who Are You and What Have You Done With Six? - Dance Club Massacre

In the wonder years I was in my own domain

Thrashing to Phil, and Mustaine

Then I picked up a CD with a pair of breasts wrapped in barbed wire

This day will go down in infamy

There was no dress code

No clique to separate the men, women, and children

My own kind of club

Good times and great memories like the classic cabana

The wine was fine and the trumpets ranged

And upon rekindling this deathly siege things weren’t exactly the same

Now I travel apart of the team

The teams been sold to the Devil himself

You’d think he would know what to do, the anthems devoted to his dynasty are

portrayed yet sabotaged

Who’s got the time for team spirit nowadays?

I don’t feel quite at home

I’m brand new

This isn’t where I thought I was going

This place is not the same as I left it

The old me would kick the new me’s ass if he wasn’t shorter

What’s with the new style?

Where were the chicks when I was dope?

But I guess it’s OK

Like Ben said, 200 solemn faces are you

And underground I feel cool in my youth, which by the way has passed,

but I’m still cool

Check me out, I’m rocking the house

I’d hope Dimmu would be proud

And underground I feel cool in my youth, which by the way has passed,

but I’m still cool