The windy cities dance 

The breeze sweeps through the souls of the innocent

turning hearts of the righteous 

Rock solid 

from State to cottage 

from Stony to Austin 

A dance some call it 

Lead swirling back and forth 

bodies moving to the groove 

The everlasting groove

the dance of doom 

The back block boogie 

Don’t shoot the children!!!

I assume you heard this crimson snow flakes 

On the corners where the dancers rehearse 

He lacks emotion 

His packs the poisons 

He acts with passion to hide the past that he’s cloaking but when the auditions come around 

The groove will leave him open 

vengeance is the melody to this mad boogie 

The black bandit sways through the city enticing 

The curse that enchants.

the dancers know it well 

Babies elders infectious to man 

Winter seems colder flailing arms

twirling corpses fold young and old 

The audience sanctifies there soul. 

them to are subject to the bandit pulling the strings