Damn these lips of mine.
Loose juiced and short sighted
With only one thing in their minds tonight
So proclaim no shame

Shake rattle and lose control
We'll dance to romance with circumstance leading
This faltering waltz of the unfeeling needing.

I heard they've simply got no soul
But just move with a metronome click
What's gonna happen when you fall
Out of this discotheque trip?