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The bodies on the naked on the low damp ground |
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In the violet hour to the violent sound |
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And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine |
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And the voices and the singing and the line on line |
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This is the floorshow the clapping hands |
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Animal flow from the animal glands |
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In the violet hour to the violent sound |
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Going round and around and around and around and around |
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I feel the bite I feel the beat I see the dancing feet |
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I feel the light I feel the heat I see the new elite |
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I see the final floorshow I see the western dream |
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I see the faces glow and I see the bodies steam |
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See them shimmy see them go |
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See their painted faces glow |
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Slow slow quick quick slow |
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See those pagans go go go go go |
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This is the floorshow the last ideal |
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It's populist got mass appeal |
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The old religion redefined |
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For the facile futile totally blind |
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Mundane by day inane at night |
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Pagan playing in the flashing light |
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In the violet hour to the violent sound |
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Going round and around and around and around and around |
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And the bodies naked on the low damp ground |
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In the violet hour to the violet sound |
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And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine |
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And the voices singing line on line |
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See them shimmy see them go |
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See their painted faces glow |
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Slow slow quick quick slow |
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See those pagans go go go go go |
