Dance On

Oh, pick it up

There's a bass guitar in this



Grenade launcher roars in a television sky

Tell me how many young brothers must die



Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on



Little talk Johnny blew the big score

The gang nailed his feet to a wooden floor

Nuclear ban never stays in tune

They all know the words but the music is doomed



Everybody

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Pick it up

Dance on, dance on



Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on



A bass guitar in spider webs, longing for the funk

Uzi gun takes his place in a wagon trunk

(get off me, punk, you ain't sexy)

Stealin' ladies purses then settin' them aflame

M&M killers playin' Mickey Mouse games



Lord have mercy

Dance on, dance on (dance on)

Dance on, dance on (dance on)



It's time for new education

The former rules don't apply

We need a power structure that breeds production

Instead of jacks who vandalize

Detroit, what's happenin'



What color is your money today [this is sung in a round]

Get your money straight

Everybody dance on