Lord Of The Dance

A needy world greets the new messiah
Taking applications for disciples
To touch the hem of his feather trousers
Unleash the fury of his healing powers

His feet were blistered for your sins
And painful melvins in the high school gym
For those who doubted he was "Him"
The savior of our souls - Lord Michael

I'm exploding in my pants
From the spirit of the Lord of dance
The whirling dervish son of man
Repent while you still can

His wonders work in mysterious ways
Arms are still above his furious legs
A simple shuffle and a full plie
He's making Zima out of Perrier

He's got one commandment for his scribes to tell
"Ignite your passion" or burn in hell
Hallelujah we are in his debt
Baptized in his holy sweat

The lord of lords declared a holy war
On the on-lookers and the wallflowers
And a dozen plagues from his righteous legs
Saints be praised!