Dance Music

Alright, I'm on Johnson avenue in San Luis Obispo
 And I'm five years old or six maybe
 And indications that there's something wrong with our new house
 Trip down the wire twice daily
 I'm in the living room watching the Watergate hearings
 While my stepfather yells at my mother
 Launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
 And I dash upstairs to take cover
 Lean in close to my little record player on the floor
 So this is what the volume knob's for
 I listen to dance music
 Dance music
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 OK, so look, I'm 17 years old
 And you're the last best thing I've got going
 But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you
 What am I supposed to do? No way of knowing
 So I follow you down your twisting alleyways
 Find a few cul-de-sacs of my own
 There's only one place this road ever ends up
 And I don't wanna die alone
 Let me down, let me down, let me down gently
 When the police come to get me
 I'm listening to dance music
 Dance music