Directly inspired by Alex Ayers' song "Makes It Real", as well as Alex's and yolkhead's tireless weird prompting research. ------------------------------------ Dance alone That's what was said At this mountain Rake the coals Stoke the fire I dance alone No matter what the preacher says That familiar nowhere I've got the fame my spirit on the line Now the gettin' is good Clearly wrong We don't know Here again Diggin' year round Out in the curves Skin black with ash No matter what the preacher says That familiar nowhere I've got the fame My spirit on the line Now the gettin' is good Hell on earth I'll do it again No regrets Burned at the stake Under that unkind sky All scorched away No matter what the preacher says That familiar nowhere I've got the fame My spirit on the line Now the gettin' is good