The white oak is waiting for the cut
Caked in flour, hair dyed blonde
All he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him
And now they're gonna watch him fall
Ahaaaa, ahaaaa
Looking down into his darkened eyes
The great white prize was held aloft
And all he ever wanted was to dance with the crowd around him
And now they're gonna watch him fall
Ahaaaa, ahaaaa
Take your turn
The floor is yours again
Flour and blood, mixed up
And your hair dyed blonde
Take your turn
The crowd is yours again
Covered in blood,messed up
Ready to take them on
Ready to take them on
Ahaaaa,ahaaaa
Take your turn
The floor is yours again
Flour and blood, mixed up
And your hair dyed blonde
Take your turn
The crowd is yours again
Covered in blood, messed up
Ready to take them on