I turn off all the news reports

And turn on my emotions

Ignoring all the ugly truths

And care for free devotions

Well what did you expect?

Things not to be a mess?

"You play things so emotionally" she said!

Well that's just what I am

Turn to the left

The right is having it's revenge

Do the Donald Dance

And blow the club to hell

Body on body

Let's put down the alcohol

Teasing you with Red Buttons

Let's dance before the bombs fall

Fall on us

But what about the morning when we all have to talk about the problems of the real world? Not the club. Or the internet. Or if people like your face or not. Or if the meal you had was filtered right. It sounds like we're the idiots don'tcha think?

Dream about your own career

Forget the others. They can rot in they're own little lives. They’re adults after all

And every now and then donate a moment to the dance floor. Remember that you're human

Don't you miss this at all

Get in the groove before the bombs fall

Fall on us.