(Do the) Post-Modernist Ska

Who dare stare down honesty, from such a grand peak as my soapbox
 Pointless pride a commodity, twiching grins, nervous laugh
 Dragnet clumsy romantic thought, dissolves underneath a boring tounge
 Pupils wide, with little inside, a friendship born of a dying keg
 So what hangs on your walls, when they start to breathe?
 Or is your idea of shit and puke some retro-dance that's the thing to do yeah
 Libation loosens thought, small talk undressing strangers
 Coitus next, nothing to say, an empty kiss, a breach of trust
 Erotica lost, a beer soaked thrust, forgetting names then losing count
 Apathetic consent, a flaccid mount, is all you know of passion and lust
 Is this your excuse for watered down come, try to fuck your friends when you have none
 A media-molded tact and reason, a different disease for every season, right
 Do you know how to laugh, do you know how to scream?
 I've got a lethal suggestion, aimed at a dead-beat generation
 We're gonna need a drink of elixer considerably stronger than beer
 And if we dance without direction, let us dance until we die!
 Bop and ska and jive and jump, go-go jissom twist, an orgasmic bump
 Jump and jive and ska and bop, try a junky swing, a heroin hop
 Jive and jump and bop and ska, it's a Burrough's town, loose the prudish frown
 Ska and bop and jump and jive, it's amazing that we're still alive!
 Bop and ska and jump and jive
 Bop and ska and jump and jive
 Bop and ska and jump and jive
 Bop and ska and jump and jive
 Bop and ska and jump and jive
 Bop and ska and jump and jive
 Bop and ska and jump and jive