[Verse 1] Boots hit the floor in the dust of the war, (hey!) Bottle in my hand and I’m back for more, (hey!) One eye open, see the whole front line, Powder in the breeze and I call that mine. I light the fuse, then I take my swig, Watch the cowards run when the blast gets big, Laugh in the smoke, hear the metal ring, I’m the sound of doom when the charges sing. [Chorus] Dance when the bombs go boom, boom, boom, Spin through the fire in the red-lit gloom, Kazotsky steps on the edge of the grave, I’m the mad Demoman, fearless and brave. Raise that glass and we stomp in time, Hear that tick then the steel bells chime, If you’re still standin’ when the dust runs dry, Then dance with the Demoman or kiss your life goodbye. [Verse 2] Sticky on the point and a trap in the door, Hear a little click then you hit the floor, Laugh so hard that I spill my drink, That’s just art, lad, better than you think. Cannon at my side with a deadly roll, Shrapnel confetti for your doomed control, Charge through fire with a drunken yell, I’ve made peace with the blast and the brimstone smell. [Chorus] Dance when the bombs go boom, boom, boom, Spin through the fire in the red-lit gloom, Kazotsky steps on the edge of the grave, I’m the mad Demoman, fearless and brave. Raise that glass and we stomp in time, Hear that tick then the steel bells chime, If you’re still standin’ when the dust runs dry, Then dance with the Demoman or kiss your life goodbye. [Bridge] Left, right, stomp, feel the groundboards shake, Every blast line drawn is a step I take, Hear the clink of the pin, then the sky turns white, And we reel, we spin, in the crater’s light. One more drink for the friends I’ve known, Every shattered payload, every broken bone, On the edge of the blast is where I belong, Where the fire is bright and the steps stay strong. [Chorus] Dance when the bombs go boom, boom, boom, Spin through the fire in the red-lit gloom, Kazotsky steps on the edge of the grave, I’m the mad Demoman, fearless and brave. Raise that glass and we stomp in time, Hear that tick then the steel bells chime, If you’re still standin’ when the dust runs dry, Then dance with the Demoman or kiss your life goodbye.
