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?