Dance Floor - The Tiger Lillies

In the Head at Islington

You sing to

Or they you ignore

You sing and you scream

Not like a human being

And beer crates and chip

P.A.'s off dead

The piano unfed

But they’re stomping on the floor

The air’s thick with smoke

My accordion’s broke

They’re dancing and shouting for more

Every night, there is a fight

They’re fighting on the dance floor

You’re in for a bruising

If you are losing

The punches raining by the score

Sing with a shot

And

I sing, you are my whore

The abusing

The cheering and stomping

On the dance floor

They’re selling lots of beer

The crowd, they’d cheer

And they shout for more

This one thing we’re crap

My head wants to smash

But the crowd, they do adore

The crowd, they do adore

The crowd, they do adore

The crowd, they do

The crowd, they do

The crowd, they do adore