Dancing on Your Grave
Motörhead Lyrics


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I know you thought you're a real operator
But I don't know why
All you had was a bankroll, babe
And a glint in your eye
I'm high steppin' like an Indian brave
I'm the one dancing on your grave

You know I'm a killer, babe
Here's late news for you
You couldn't buy me with a million, babe
'Cause I'm too good for you
I know you think I'm real rough trade
Now I'm the one dancing on your grave

One time you was a real high-stepper
On the high trapeze
But you know you ran out of money
Wound up on your knees
I'm the one you never made
And now I'm the one dancing on your grave





I'm the one

Overall Meaning

The song Dancing on Your Grave by Motörhead is a representation of Lemmy Kilmister's anti-establishment attitude, which was a hallmark of the band's music. The lyrics of the song are directed towards someone who thought they were an operator but had nothing other than money and a certain air about them. The singer of the song is high-stepping like an Indian brave, which basically means that they're dancing all over the other person's grave, which means that they're in a place of power and are celebrating it.


The second stanza of the song is a warning to the person being addressed. It says that the singer is a killer and that no amount of money could sway them. This stanza portrays the singer's confidence and bravado, indicating that they're the one in control. The third stanza is a flashback to the past, where the person being addressed was a high-stepper on the trapeze, meaning they had a good life. However, they eventually ran out of money and fell to their knees, which is a representation of the consequences of their actions. The last line reiterates the fact that the singer is the one who has come out on top.


Line by Line Meaning

I know you thought you're a real operator
You might have judged me as a ruthless killer


But I don't know why
But I have news for you, my dear


All you had was a bankroll, babe
You only had some cash and a cunning look


And a glint in your eye
As I surpass your level of mere appearance


I'm high steppin' like an Indian brave
I'm stepping up like a fearless warrior


I'm the one dancing on your grave
Defiantly treading on your grave


You know I'm a killer, babe
You might have judged me as a ruthless killer


Here's late news for you
But I have news for you, my dear


You couldn't buy me with a million, babe
Your wealth couldn't buy me, not even for a penny


'Cause I'm too good for you
As I surpass your level of mere appearance


I know you think I'm real rough trade
You thought I was nothing more than rough trade


Now I'm the one dancing on your grave
look at me, rejoicingly dancing on your grave


One time you was a real high-stepper
Once upon a time, you were a high flyer


On the high trapeze
A star on the tightrope of life


But you know you ran out of money
Every penny vanished and left you bankrupt


Wound up on your knees
Begging on your wobbly knees


I'm the one you never made
You couldn't even make me turn my head


And now I'm the one dancing on your grave
look at me, rejoicingly dancing on your grave




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Brian Robertson, Ian Kilmister, Philip John Taylor

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