Not A Dance

Genres

Alt. Rock

Description

Lyrics

I had enough fun, now I’m dying for guns Bottom-feeder leaders got freedom on the run They talk of foreign wars with domesticated rants Don’t join in if you think it’s a dance Dance is sex with saints, or ain’t Terror makers take your vote, then piss on all your rights You think you found new freedom But you’re fighting for your life Backward lives don’t stand a chance Don’t step ahead if you think it’s a dance Why not try some flying? You can’t be slapped down if you crawl on the ground Wars that start at home can have an intimate sound You know you need to march And yet you’re trying to prance Kick both feet but don’t try to dance Lovers, liars Move so fast they fly Move too slow and die Suckers, soldiers Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop Every move’s a trip Time no longer fits Leave your loss alone You own My bone and marrow Defeat in bedroom battles gives your misery a start Lose your nerve while loving Find a ghost inside your heart I shout war, you moan romance Don’t fall in love if you think it’s a dance Why not try some crying? Dance is sex with angels till the demons come along They make their lies sound musical But didn’t write this song Try to love your killer, even if you can’t Don’t go to hell if you think it’s a dance Wars start next door Move too fast and slow Tell you where to go Whores and horrors Speed up, can’t stop, go slow, then drop Every move’s a trip Time turns into shit Losing makes you gag, so start to cry The damned in life are measured by the size of their lies We’ll grab from the devils one final chance Don’t come along if you think it’s a dance Dance is sex with saints, or ain’t Why not try some dying? You lose your place to poverty Then lose your face to crime You lose your life to enemies But never lose your mind You lose your love to cowards Who have never dared a chance Don’t give up if you know you can dance