Saw you dancing with the chauffeur atop the limousine
mascara smear, pink hair.
Find me dancing at old night clubs
while they tried to burn it down.
Stomp the floor, dust in the air.
Let them burn this hometown down, this whole damn town.
-CHORUS-
Not keen on being another.
It needed something, it needed something.
We shake this world upside down.
Spinning around and again they're falling
I'm keyed on being an other
Believe in nothing, just our own thing.
and leave the world on the ground.
Spinning around and again they're falling off.
Leave the ghosts behind with mother, shipwrecked submarines.
Dancing concrete rails, don't stop to stare.
"Here they come", you wink at me.
Kissing eyes with the strange, sustaining arcane
and never soon forget why you came here. Don't stay there.
The magic of the world. More planning crashing landings
and turning out the light was never so demanding.
-CHORUS-