Oh, the sun drenched French girls won't relate To a frozen glare from the Northern State Dreamin' of fat happy babies Kickin' ladies on the Metro now
And the mirrors won't sing back divine Be it choppin your hair or choppin a line But you laugh-crack-up they Laugh-crack up and smile
Whoo! Alright - let's fall apart And the clock starts tickin now Tick tick tick tick tick tick OW!
She said 'your allegory is far too blunt' I said 'this ain't no laboratory your the cunt' She said 'emotional distance, it dosn't rhyme or resonate brillance from in it's time' But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry? I say the lineage runs Morrison, Patti Smyth and me
But maybe the reason we're so uninspired Is cuz the hour is late and the bodies are tired I think everyone here can agree That a party ain't great cuz the booze is free Naw the free spirits ain't settin' no one's spirits free
Yeah! Uh huh, I'm falling apart And the clock starts here and now Tick tick tick tick OW!
Wind it up now
People don't dance no more They just stand there like this: They cross their arms and stare you down And drink and moan and diss People don't dance no more They just stand there like this: They cross their arms and stare you down And drink and moan and diss People don't dance no more They just stand there like this: They cross their arms and stare you down And drink and moan and diss
People don't dance no more They just stand there like this: They cross their arms and stare you down and drink and moan and diss
I used to think life's a bitter pill, but its a grand old time