You spin your words like a record in motion,
step into the party, step out [bad word] 
with stars in your eyes,
and with fire at your fingertips,
burn down this city and everyone in it,
singing, "Oh, we are the dancers!"

Show me the skyline and I`ll show you decadence,
a subtle reminder of hearts filled with loneliness,
give me your worst words and I`ll bring the sticks and stones,
I`d hate to use them,
you can`t shake it with broken bones...

Oh we are the dancers!
 [bad word] if you can`t win,
its just something we live for,
and we do it well as you`ll see by the way that we,
rock and we roll over state-lines and dollar signs...
Oh you dance like its your job.