Sangre En Los Zapatos (Mi Amor)

It's midnight at the Cemetery nightclub
Here come the zombies to shake their bones
Pancreas cocktail and a shot of brain
I move to the rhythm of the drums of hell

And there you are, dead and cold
Still dancing
That choreography
Of a funeral march

You have blood in your shoes, my love!
You have blood in your shoes, my love!
It's gushing from the soles to the heels
You have blood in your shoes, my love!

The will-o'-the-wisps light up the disco balls
Some Los Pecos record plays backwards
Arms, legs, and skin cross the air
And I look at you with my hollow eyes

And a ghostly voice
Makes us vibrate
You move possessed
By the eerie beat

You have blood in your shoes, my love!
You have blood in your shoes, my love!
It's gushing from the soles to the heels
You have blood in your shoes, my love!

Dance breakdance, sevillanas
Para-para and charleston
Dance tektonik and sardanas
Ball de bot and reggaeton

Now a twist, then a tango
A Viennese waltz and a fandango
Not a pause, not a rest
When Michael Jackson plays

You have blood in your shoes, my love!
You have blood in your shoes, my love!
It's gushing from the soles to the heels
You have blood in your shoes, my love!