Oh, the sun-drenched French girls won't relate
To a frozen glare from the Northern State
Dreamin' of fat happy babies
Kickin' ladies in the Metro now
And the mirrors won't sing back divine
Be it choppin' your hair or choppin' a line
But you laugh, crack up
They laugh, crack up and smile
Whoo! Alright, let's fall apart
And the clock starts tickin' now
Tick tick tick tick tick tick, ow!
♪
She said, "Your allegory is far too blunt"
I said, "This ain't no laboratory, you're the cunt"
She said, "Emotional distance, it doesn't rhyme
Or resonate brilliance in its time"
But is it lyrical genius or crap rock poetry?
I say the lineage runs Morrison, Patti Smith and me
But maybe the reason we're so uninspired
Is 'cause the hour is late and the bodies are tired
I think everyone here can agree
That a party ain't great 'cause the booze is free
Naw, the free spirits ain't settin' no one's spirits free
Yeah! Uh huh, I'm falling apart
And the clock starts here and now
Tick tick tick tick, ow!
♪
Wind it up now
♪
People don't dance no more (What?)
They just stand there like this (Uh huh)
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss (That's right)
People don't dance no more (Uh huh)
They just stand there like this (Yeah)
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss (Okay)
People don't dance no more (What?)
They just stand there like this (That's right)
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss (Okay now)
People don't dance no more
They just stand there like this
They cross their arms and stare you down
And drink and moan and diss
Whoo!
Y'all ready, girls?
(Yeah, yeah)
♪
I used to think life's a bitter pill
But it's a grand old time