There's a hairspray tracing of your brains on the wall
A little nuclear shadow under the disco-ball
Following you
to the powder room
You're a DJ's puppet and a pimp's relief
You work all night to get your drinks for free
and now you're out of it
and you're really proud of it
Deteriorate
Deteriorate
Deteriorate
Degenerate dance break!
The disembodied dance craze!
Your braids are comets and your eyes are stars
The boys don't know just how lucky they are to be close to you
at least to most of you
There isn't much left behind your eyes these days
and you're bound to fritter what remains away
on haute couture
and hairspray portraiture
Deteriorate
Deteriorate
Deteriorate
Degenerate dance break!
The disembodied dance craze!