Mike J Mann - Dance Like Hypocrites

We move like animals across the living room
We dance like hypocrites in socks that don't fit
Our reputations grow as we jerk blindly
There is no music fit for the kings that we are

Time is standing still inside the supermarket
You try to run but find you tripping on your pockets
You see the gun and know that you could catch the bullets
But its after midnight and its time to dance again

Its chaos on the aeroplane as they're calling for a doctor
Pinball mama's 'bout ready to pop someone's about to be a father
A John Grisham Page 45 is when she broke her water
Somewhere high over Utah tonight she'll be dancing with her daughter

The car mechanic and the engineer debating about opera
Interrupted when the meteor comes crashing in the car park
Up stands a little man unscratched from the crash site
Says "which way to the nearest club, I've got to dance tonight"

Written by:
Mike Mann

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