Dance Music Songtext

trip down the wire twice daily



i'm in the living room

watching the watergate hearings

while my stepfather yells at my mother

launches a glass across the room

straight at her head

and i dash upstairs to take cover

lean in close to my little record player on the floor

so this is what the volume knob's for
i listen to dance music

dance music



okay so i'm seventeen years old

you're the last best thing i got going

but then the special secret sickness

starts to eat through you

what am i supposed to do?

no way of knowing

so i follow you down your twisting alleyways

find a few cul-de-sacs of my own

there's only one place this road ever ends up

and i don't wanna die alone

let me down, let me down, let me down gently

when the police come to get me

i'm listenin' to dance music

dance music