Deep down under the motorway

There's a sewer with a sound system shut away

The kind that's not gonna make you come out in the wash until

You've kicked out the stereo, the beginnings and the backlash

I'm the one that's always longer than donkey rides

It's pissing down and no one wants to be here more than I do

I need this like religion

I need this like a part of me is missing

This dance

Is for us

No to movement

Something to prove we can dance

I can feel the sweat stick to my face

When there's nothing left to fear, people boil and change

I can read your lips and they're biting at my back

Like a gun sheering, beer steering, megalomaniac

I can hear the words most on the dancefloor

Strobe lights, scarlet beads, who would join to the carnival

There they are in a pool of saliva

There were mutant hands and dirty strands and backstabbers guide poles

This dance

Is for us

Blow the movement

Something to prove we can dance

This dance

Is for us

Blow movement

Something to prove we can dance

This dance

Is for us

Blow the movement

Some place to prove we can dance