I'm blacking out like on a disco stage
Yeah the eighties seem to be all the rage
When you call my name it's like a little prayer
Go tell the markets we all need some air
Is there's anyone there?
A good strong leader is what we need
And a strong piece of rope to tie his feet
History is on the telephone
And it tells me baby that you're home alone
That you're home alone
The girls keeps drinking
The boys are thinking
If they drink some more
They'll be on the floor
We'll have no one to talk to anymore
The record's spinning
The DJ's grinning
But if he smiles too much
He'll be out of touch
Gotta give him sounds
There are louds around like this one
Fame has put something in our drink
And this feeling's a raft that just wouldn't sink
Philosophies go kill Facebook scam
I think and un-think therefore I un-am
Blacking out like on a disco stage
Maybe it's time I start to act my age
The girls keep drinking kerosene
I'm checking out, man, I think they're turning green
It's not my scene
The girls keep drinking
The boys are thinking
There just ain't no use
Threy're not even loose
I would rather watch
The rolling news
The record's spinning
Dust is winning
When you call my name it's like a little flame
On a four year train like the Olympic Games
You better burn
You gotta burn up
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