CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Dancing With Mr D (Live / Forest National Arena, Brussels / 17/10/73)
Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells thick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
And one of these days, he's gonna set you free
Human skull hanging right around his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Yeah
Well, well
Will it be poison put in my glass?
Will it be slow, or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a .44 in West Virginia
The air smells sweet, the air smells thick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
And one of these days, he's gonna set you free
Human skull hanging right around his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Yeah
Well, well
Will it be poison put in my glass?
Will it be slow, or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a .44 in West Virginia
