The Rolling Stones - Dancing With Mr D - OFFICIAL PROMO

Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst The air smells sweet, the air smells sick He never smiles, his mouth merely twists The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick But I know his name, he’s called Mr. D. And one of these days he’s gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin’ right ’round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ so free Dancin’, dancin’, dancin’ so free Dancin’, Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin’ with Mr. D., with Mr. D., w