Lyrics
I know you thought you're a real operator
I know you believed you were highly skilled and cunning
But I don't know why
But I'm uncertain about the reasons behind your actions
All you had was a bankroll, babe
All you possessed was wealth, baby
And a glint in your eye
And a glimmer of mischief or determination in your gaze
I'm high steppin' like an Indian brave
I am boldly striding forward like a Native American warrior
I'm the one dancing on your grave
I am the one celebrating triumphantly on your burial ground
You know I'm a killer, babe
You are aware that I am a formidable force, my dear
Here's late news for you
Here's a recent revelation for you
You couldn't buy me with a million, babe
No amount of money could entice me, baby
'Cause I'm too good for you
Because I am beyond your league
I know you think I'm real rough trade
You may have considered me as tough and rugged
Now I'm the one dancing on your grave
Now, I am the one joyously marking your demise
One time you was a real high-stepper
Once, you were an extravagant and confident individual
On the high trapeze
Performing daring feats on the high trapeze
But you know you ran out of money
However, you experienced financial ruin
Wound up on your knees
Ending up in a desperate and submissive position
I'm the one you never made
I am the person you never succeeded in influencing
And now I'm the one dancing on your grave
And now, I am the one triumphantly celebrating on your grave
I'm the one
I am the victorious one
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