I want to make you pretty
I want you to look divine
I want to help you get ready
for your danse with death tonight
It’s my job to comb your hair
to trim you beard
to straighten your tie
For your danse with death tonight
When you’re ready
I’ll take you there
I’ll help you down with care
Into the dark where the music is silence
and you can danse with death all night.
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