It must have been a dance commander Giving out the order for fun It must have been a dance commander You know that he?s the only one Who gives the orders
I was born a prisoner in your dungeon of flesh, oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Solitary confinement underneath your dress, oh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) But
believe, everything you see yeah we're starting a fire, electric demons in love we're starting a fire, electric demons in love we're starting a fire, electric demons in love we're starting a fire, electric
Fire in the disco Fire in the disco Fire in the taco bell Fire in the disco Fire in the disco Fire in the gates of hell Don't you want to know why we
I look in the mirror and I know i'm a man, I know she's a woman and she's looking for a man, We've got sex planned, Oh! Getting into the jam, Getting
Well nobody wants to burn in hell But everybody's got a soul to sell When i was young my mama gave me some advice She said boy don't you know everybody
Now who elected you judge and jury In the body of a beautiful girl? And I suspect heavy gerrymandering At the single's bar And now I'm a man with conversation
music starts to play (play) Bodies start to sway (sway) Debbie-lee's the dj in the middle of the street Beats are droppin Bodies rockin Hearts are stoppin Electric
You can shake it all around You can go up and down You can lose what you found But you can't ignore my techno You can go west or east Confess your sins
You were walking down the street You were just across the street So I had to cross the street To get to your side of the street It's torture, it's torture
Are you ready for my Sucky-Sucky? Are you ready to be set free? Are you ready to Syphon Gasoline? Are you ready for the number 3? Are you ready for big
Oooh! Here comes Cokey Joe, looking to make it snow. I wish I didn't know what I know. And that's why you were hired hired. Don't do your job and you
Sharpen up your number two pencils cause the test is begining Your entering a game of losers and there is no winning Cause people getting nervous, people
should your invention be destroyed in a fire John, it's only Monday I gave you Tuesday night and Wednesday night and Friday night The weekend is a sea of electric
I bought my girlfriend a chocolate pope 'Cause she seems to be at the end of her rope Italian candy with SWISS chocolate flavor Such a delicious, delicious
You're broken machine has questions for me Wants to know a little bit about my history Wants to know why I write these ridiculous songs Wants to know
Where you gonna be when they can't control ya? See you come around and they gonna roll ya. See you in the ghetto like the chola cola. They start the
Dance epidemic tonight Your body goes to waste The minute you don't give it to me I'm dying for your sins on the dance floor Can't you see You know
