This is something to gasp about

It's her glamour that 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 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

It's not love that your after now

You are triumph and glory, the party.

But I know what you'll say

The does not mean a god damn thing to me

But I think this should be the last fucking word you say to me



Break away from the crowd to celebrate

Soldiers dance the night away

Soldiers dance too.