Dance Yrself Clean (OST Форс-Мажоры) (исполнитель: LCD Soundsystem)
Walking up to me expecting walking up to me Expecting words it happens all the time [bad word] accept it [bad word] Except the worst it happens every night Ah aaaaah [bad word] Excluded every time Ah aaaaaah [bad word] The best that you can find Talking like a jerk Except you are an actual jerk And living proof that sometimes friends are mean [bad word] expect it [bad word] Just laugh it off it's better than it seems Ah aaaaaah [bad word] Excluded in every way Ah aaaaaah [bad word] Makes me wanna stay Killing it with close inspecting Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed [bad word] accepting Presently we all expect the worst Works just like a need Ah aaaaah [bad word] Excluded in the night Ah aaaaah [bad word] Included in the fight ah aaaaaaaah, ah aaaaaaaah, aaaaaah ah aaaaaaah Don't you want me to wake up? Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made from make outs So give it just a little more time We've got to bring our results I wanna play it 'til the [bad word] But there's a string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up I miss the way the [bad word] With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others So go and dance yourself clean ..ooow Go and dance yourself clean yeah You're throwing marks into pieces Baby, they're arguments, the pieces It's your show (x4) Work a little bit ......? Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's [bad word] And you go (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Make me into bigger pieces ....... he's home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our [bad word] [bad word] And it's anekatips ago yeah, it's ago And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best thing to do oh Go and dance yrself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're throwing marks into pieces Maybe they're arguments the pieces Oh We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping it's [bad word]