This is something to gasp about its her glamor he's tearing at he is filth he is dirty
And she loves it just keep you face down and don't look out
Its not love that your 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
Its not love that your after
Now you are triumph and glory 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 word that you say to me
Break way from the crowd to celebrate
Soldiers dance the night away soldiers dance too