have an orgasm in oslo bay-bee take a trip the the ussa we’re dancing on a timebomb baybee we might be gone tomorrow but we’re here today
dancing in the decadence – your perfume smells not paying any pittance – and your complex tells in open wounds of countries – they’re staring at your make-up dancing in the disease – wild, huh?
see you feel so happy dancing in a third world war torn country
drop all your chains – let yourself go claw out your brains – leave them at home pull a stupid face – don’t work, get a tan lets leave the human race – in vietnam
make up for years of being trussed for all those boring years get one year sussed dancing with maleria, dancing with polio dancing in your wheel chair, go go go