"911" lyrics

Tonight I am close the edge
At my lowest low
So from here I can only get higher
The time has come
I'm fired up
By the man, man in the mirror

I am about to get up
I am the god of catastrophe
My own worst enemy
A freak with suicidal tendencies

They are calling 911
But even these guys they don't answer
I'm out tonight for fun
A night that I might not remember

Straight to promised land, when you take my hand
Baby I am a dirty dancer
They're calling 911
But even these guys they don't answer

They are calling 911
But even these guys they don't answer
I'm out tonight for fun
A night that I might not remember

Meet me when the world will end
We gon' turn water into wine!
There is a dancefloor where the sacred land
Is I'll be yours and you'll be mine!

I am a dirty dancer!
I am the god of catastrophe!