Every street light shines, with a purpose tonight
Glistening on the backs of the living dead
Each of grand design, with just one thing in mind
And the skill to find what they’re looking for
Do the Mix Around, do the Mix Around
Blow it up, tear it down to the crimson sound
Do the Mix Around, do the Mix Around
Blow it up, tear it down to the crimson sound
When the beat takes the driver’s seat we come alive
We come alive, we come alive
When the beat takes the driver’s seat we come alive
We come alive, we come alive
Walk in single file, wearing friendly smiles
Scheming all the while, let the feast begin
Screams of terror rise, fear fills every eye
Meeting their demise in the house of sin