• 标题:Dance Yrself Clean
  • 歌手:LCD Soundsystem
  • 专辑:This Is Happening
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    LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean

    Walking up to me expecting
    Walking up to me expecting words
    It happens all the time
    Present company accepted
    Present company except the worst
    It happens every night
    Ah-ahh
    Present company
    Excluded every time
    The best that you can find
    Talking like a jerk
    Except you are an actual jerk
    And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
    Present company expect it
    Present company just laugh it off
    It's better than it seems
    Excluded in every way
    Makes me wanna stay
    Killing it with close inspecting
    Killing it can only make it worse
    It sort of makes it breed
    Present company accepting
    Presently we all expect the worst
    Works just like a need
    Excluded in the night
    Included in the fight
    Don't you want me to wake up?
    Then give me just a bit of your time
    Arguments are made for make-ups
    So give it just a little more time
    We've got to bring our results
    I wanna play it 'til the time comes
    But there's a string of divorces
    You go and throw your little hands up
    I miss the way the night comes
    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
    Go and dance yourself clean
    You're blowing Marxism to pieces
    Baby, they're arguments, the pieces
    It's your show
    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 true
    And you go
    Stop, stop, stop, stop ...
    Make me into bigger pieces
    So some of me is home with you
    Wait until the weekend
    And we can make our dreams come true
    And it's a-go
    Yeah, it's a-go
    And if we wait until the weekend
    We can miss the best thing to do
    Maybe they're arguments, the pieces
    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 true

    Work a little bit