It's just a song
Just another generic
Mid-paced
Foot-tapper
Just a conservative assembly of melody
And basic rhythm
Four-on-the-floor
A key change as a curve-ball for the unititiated
I'm well aware it won't change a thing
But ever the kantian
I won't be discouraged
By the apparent chasm
Between means and ends
The kids and I who danced like we were sure
Can always say maybe
Just maybe
We were a threat
So raise your fucking eyebrow
You fucking coward
Crawl home and compose your memoirs
We haven't changed the world
When we pack up the backline
But the sweat on the small of my backs says
At least I fucking tried
But ever the kantian
I won't be discouraged
By the apparent chasm
Between means and ends
The kids and I who danced like we were sure
Declare
This number is the end of your fucking show
This number is the end of your fucking show
This number is the end of your fucking show
This number is the end of your fucking show
This line is the end of your fucking song
This song is the end of your fucking set
This set is the end of your fucking night
This night is the end of your fucking youth
You were so nearly there
But hipster-clad you didn't understand
That you have to partake
In the sacrament of sound
Grab your partners
Nod your head, arms folded
At the back of the crowd
Nod your head, arms folded
At the back of the crowd
Nod your head, arms folded
At the back of the crowd
Nod your head, arms folded
At the back
As you tap your feet
To the beat of this song
Another second has passed
Another minute has gone
And as you acquiesce
In growing older, you know
That one day you'll hang your head
As you realize you heard it all
But never listened to a word
As you tap your feet
To the beat of this song
Another second has passed
Another minute has gone
And as you acquiesce
In growing older, you know
That one day you'll hang your head
As you realize you heard it all
But never listened to a word
As you tap your feet
To the beat of this song
Another second has passed
Another minute has gone
You acquiesce
In growing older
Go forward from this day
And swear to me you'll hear it all
But always dance like you believe
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