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