The Very Modern Dance
Screwed on the chemical floors of the Dance World, now you see why I'll
always be a dancer.
Plucked by the transcendental brats to the Trance World, but desertscapes on
the face of a girl were not the answer"¦
And we are not the answer.
We are not the answer.
No, we are not the answer.
No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold.
It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real gold.
No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold.
It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real goal,
fire is the real goal"¦
So, there'll be moonlight over Michelle tonight, and another west coast
morning. Fuck it, I'm warning you can look you can touch but, no, not that
much.
What's one more police action when I'm cancelling the truce again!?!