The Very Modern Dance

Screwed on the chemical floors of the dance world

Now you see why I'll always be a dancer

Plucked by the transcendental brats to the trance world

But desertscapes on the face of a girl were not the answer

And we are not the answer

We are not the answer

No, we are not the answer

No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold

It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real gold

No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold

It's just a golden bridge I'm burning whose fire is the real goal

Fire is the real goal

So, there'll be moonlight over Michelle tonight

And another west coast morning

Fuck it, I'm warning

You can look, you can touch but no, not that much

What's one more police action when I'm cancelling the truce again

So, there'll be moonlight over Michelle tonight

And another West Coast morning

Fuck it, I'm warning

You can look, you can touch but no, not that much

What's one more police action when I'm cancelling the truce again