we are the party starters
dressed for innocence and violence
this one is for the scene
the final clash on the dance floor of ignorance
go fuck your rules
we teach you tolerance
you can fuck your intolerance
you can even fuck your style
you’re the copy of a copy of a copy

now come on let’s keep this place moving
let’s spread ideas like fashion trends
receive your own identity
and place our thoughts like martyrs bombs

no own ideas but again the same lame phrases
just to keep things real
what i have to say
comes from my own my own grinning demon
buried deep inside of me

do you know what i’m talking ‘bout?
well guess no!

this is the final clash on the dance floor of ignorance