Texty:
Cage Dancing Around The Fire

incantations while They're dancing around the fire They're watching the flames get higher They're dancing around the fire They're dancing around the fire

incantations while They're dancing around the fire They're watching the flames get higher They're dancing around the fire They're dancing around the fire

skirts, short skirts And Oklahoma love the short skirts, short skirts And Sanitone I walk in the club, in my big black boots I look around and see em all flock in a group Dancing

the full moon, hear a distant cry, tattoed Queen awaits me, passion in her eyes Hot desire, feel the fire the moment she started to dance guns for hire

the doctrine We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged

hungering So grow Libido throw Dominoes of indiscretions down Falling all around In cycles In circles Constantly consuming Conquer and devour Cause it's time to bring the fire

The ivory is cold where is my desire In a cage of gold, not a trace of fire Ice cold as ice I'm heading for tomorrow I am tired of waiting I'll beg and

the doctrine We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin Blaze up, make fire, light your purple haze up Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged

to be like you! To be a barbarian would be a lot of fun. Sit around, eat raw meat in the mid day sun. I'd dance around the fire, like a madman I would