The tapping of the feet seem loud
There's a girl in a whirlwind cloud
I danced with a Spaniard man
'Til we had no breath left in our pounding chests

I shudder like I'm all bereft
Danced grief from my pores
The beat pounds like a knocking at the door

The hi-hats dance like a feather
I'm in, I'm in a paralytic loveless dream
Not a single face I've seen
Is a friend I recognise or recognises me

I blackout

I don't want your dim sum
It's 3 AM, I wanna dance 'til the sun comes
I wanna fight your cousin
I wanna tear through the night like an angel flare
I'm a ten-foot snare
That cuts in the sky with no care
No care, no care, no

A narcissist on a cucking stool

The kids are not alright
The kids are not all

Feels like I'm coming home
Feels like I'm coming home

A narcissist a cucking stool

The kids are not alright
The kids are not