Spin me off,
Keep moving,
Close my eyes,
Keep moving,
Hang my jaw,
Keep moving,
Face the lights,
Keep moving,
Get fed up,
And nearly go,
And wonder if,
You're gonna show,
Face the lights,
Keep moving,
Face the lights,
Keep moving,
The curtain shuts,
The people go,
The faces drop,
The poison flows,
The laughter dies,
The tiles sweat,
Salty eyes,
And salty heads,
Light a stick,
And burn my hand,
The sparks go up,
And don't land,
They burrow shallow,
In your shirt,
I wouldn't tell you,
If it hurt,
Dance as if you're gonna die tomorrow,
Dance the idiots can leave or follow,
Cut your shapes and throw them off,
Right around the room,
They can sweep them in the morning,
Throw them all,
Sticky shoes,
And sticky mouth,
Strobe light robbery,
And little fights,
Ten ways in,
And one way out,
To keep you in,
All night,
And twenty minutes in you ditch,
Everyone you came here with,
And everyone you came here with,
Becomes another shoulder barge,
And you ask,
But he just won't listen,
And you ask,
But he doesn't wanna hear it,
So you just write it down,
As big as you can make it,
But even if he sticks it up,
You see it peel off,
But we just dance,
As if we're gonna die tomorrow.