dance your drunken dance, cutting giddy circles through petticoats, whilst hell burns out your orbit, ignored until tomorrow. dance & run & leap about, ignore the fact you opted out, dance on through your screwed-up head a battleground that's strewn with delicately burnt-out corpses, all like you, dance round your problems, ignore them too although they merely follow on behind your merry dance, your dead-weight mind full with the crap and all it takes is one mistake to fall, so dance until your money's gone cos dance you chose so you dance on.
