Dance - David Baerwald

Everybody was nervous

We were serving the dervish

We were feeling observed absurd

And paranoid

Oh!

we were paranoid

The telephone lines they

Sputtered and whined

There were banshees howling

From the end of a long void

A wild eyed lady sat on an old hillside

Jamming red hot needles into button sewn doll eyes

You don’t believe in voodoo, do you?

I don’t but believe it or not

I still went blind

So you want to know a secret?

I learned a little secret

Secret is…

You got to

Dance!

Uh we were sitting relating

We were contemplating

Intellectually masturbating

While the radio was playing

My damsel in distress

Was with the IRS

She had ice blue eyes

And a bulletproof vest

She winked and doused the lights

And we got undressed

(whoo!)

She said «You know how much you owe?»

I said «I know I owe enough to be a party

To your dirty little world war»

But do you want to know a secret?

I got a little secret

Secret is…

You got to

Dance!

I was crawling through the jungle

Embittered and humbled

My walls all crumbled into

Dust and emptiness

Someone caught me when I stumbled

Half naked through the rubble

She kissed me and she mumbled

«Peace and togetherness»

But I was paranoid!

I said «You know how much I owe?»

She said «I know you owe enough to be a party

To my dirty little world war»

But you want to know a secret?

I got a little secret

Secret is…

You got to dance