Lyrics
Oh, pick it up!
There's a bass guitar in this
Grenade launcher roars in a television sky
Tell me how many young brothers must die
Dance on, dance on
Dance on, dance on
Little Talk Johnny blew the big score
The gang nailed his feet to a wooden floor
Nuclear Ban never stays in tune
They all know the words, but the music is doomed
Everybody dance on, dance on
Dance on, dance on
Pick it up
Dance on, dance on
Dance on, dance on
Dance on, dance on
A bass guitar in spider webs, longing for the funk
Uzi gun takes his place in a wagon trunk (get off me, punk, you ain't sexy)
Stealin' ladies purses then settin' them a'flame
M&M Killers playin' Mickey Mouse games
Lord have mercy
Dance on, dance on (dance on)
Dance on, dance on (dance on)
It's time for new education
Former rules don't apply
We need a power structure that breeds production
Instead of jacks who vandalize
Detroit what's happenin'?
What colour is your money today? (Get your money straight, get your money straight)
Everybody dance on
What colour is your money today (get your money straight, get your money straight)
Everybody dance on
What colour is your money today? (Get your money straight, get your money straight)
Everybody dance on
What colour is your money today? (Get your money straight, get your money straight)
Everybody dance on
