Lyrics
Looking through the windows at the TV bores
I’m gonna paint red crosses on the white front doors
Push 'em all out, kick 'em into the street
Kick ‘em all out with your dancing feet
~Prechorus~
Bring out yer dead
Bring out yer dead
Bring out yer dead
Bring out yer dead
~Chorus~
Come out, come out wherever you are
And get yourself down to old York town
There’s not a lot of room so you can’t sit down it’s
Dancing room only
Dance down Micklegate
Dance in the Snickleway
We’re dancing in the Habit on a Monday night it’s
Dancing room only
Wake up the ghosts, break ‘em out of those chains
The bones are gone but the soul remains
Bring ‘em all down, one and all
Kick down the doors of the Bedern Hall
~Prechorus~
~Chorus~