I was sharing a cell with this smack head once/ and I asked him why he does that shit/ and he told me he became lost along time ago/ now he's just doing the Coffin Dance.
VERSE 1:
look, the bloke had a junky Mum, now a junky Son/
the whole family, were junky scum/
living with cardboard, up at the windows/
tales from the crack house, deep from in those/
pits of hell, where chicks inhale/
smoke and sell, there soul as well/
as there mouths, and arses, broken hearted/
numb, departed, here's where it started/
a kid took to drink, sipping on vodka/
at 11, while he's Mum, chased a monster/
social services, they got involved/
but the damage was done, it had taken hold/
so the kid went in care, but nobody cared/
he calls his Mum house, but nobodies there/
to pick up the phone, a house full of ghosts/
lying in heaps, in a room full of smoke/
he cries at night, hollow inside/
can't imagine, what goes through this kids mind/
he told me on he's birthday, when he was 12/
he's Mum got him a present, and said she had to sell/
herself to some bloke, and made it a joke/
a Gameboy, she'd later take back, for smoke/
he told me this, like it was nothing to him/
and like I say, that's just where the story begins/
PRE-CHORUS:
look I know i've got to go, but the Devil holds me close/-
and a long time ago, I went a sold my soul/
so I know, i've got to go, but this demon's taking hold/
holds me close and won't let go, I wish i'd never sold my soul/
CHORUS:
So I dance in a coffin, it's a dance I ain't stopping/
prescriptions and addictions, it's prison when I shopping/
'cos I dance in a coffin, high on drugs or i'm clucking/
like a zombie my bodies rotting, dancing in my coffin/
VERSE 2:
he eventually, got hooked himself/
it was a way to cope, first time in jail/
well that's what he told me, him and his co-de/
used to burgle houses, he said he knows he's/
fucked, he don't give a shit, about prison/
he'd do six months, and be back out given/
a whole load of benefits, to buy more drugs/
he take and take, but it just wasn't enough/
he'd lie and steal, burgle and deal/
he said he'd do, anything just to feel/
that warm embrace, of sweet, drugs/
and when he gets caught, he'd tell the judge/
lock me up, through away the key/
fuck your rehab, i'm a fiend/
but it was at a party, after he's release/
that shit went bad, 'cos of what he see/
PRE-CHORUS:
look I know i've got to go, but the Devil holds me close/-
and a long time ago, I went a sold my soul/
so I know, i've got to go, but this demon's taking hold/
holds me close and won't let go, I wish i'd never sold my soul/
CHORUS:
So I dance in a coffin, it's a dance I ain't stopping/
prescriptions and addictions, it's prison when I shopping/
'cos I dance in a coffin, high on drugs or i'm clucking/
like a zombie my bodies rotting, dancing in my coffin/
VERSE 3:
He woke up at he's Mum's, he said he'd barely slept/
he went to wake her up, but she was lying there dead/
he picked up a lamp, and beat a man to death/
because next to her corpse, there was 2 men in her bed/
they hadn't killed her, she'd just wasted away/
but he lost it and attacked them, in a moment of rage/
the judge gave him life, 15 before parole/
now he sits in my cell, still lost in the smoke/
PRE-CHORUS:
look I know i've got to go, but the Devil holds me close/-
and a long time ago, I went a sold my soul/
so I know, i've got to go, but this demon's taking hold/
holds me close and won't let go, I wish i'd never sold my soul/
CHORUS:
So I dance in a coffin, it's a dance I ain't stopping/
prescriptions and addictions, it's prison when I shopping/
'cos I dance in a coffin, high on drugs or i'm clucking/
like a zombie my bodies rotting, dancing in my coffin/
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER