The Was Built To Make You Dance
This is something to gasp about
It's her glamor he's tearing at.
He is filth, he is dirty and she loves it.
Just keep your face down and don't look out
It's not love that you are after now.
You are triumph you are glory, you are the party.
Here is your moment to shine, don't you feel important.
Here is your revolution, start stop dance.
With every beat of the drum she frowns
She makes her way through the grinding crowd.
To finish off what she started in his pocket.
Just keep your face down and don't look out
It's not love that you are after now.
You are triumph you are glory, you are the party.
But I know what you'll say that does not mean a god damn thing to me
But I think this should be the last fucking thing you say to me.
Break away from the crowd to celebrate
Soldiers dance the night away. soldiers dance too.