We climb out of bed like the rest of you Post afternoon and we don black suits But all of us aren't quite as goth as they say we are We just like fast cars And we can dance like the best of them As long as the lights stay low And the jockey knows what she's doing And we can dance like the best of them As long as the lights stay low And the jockey knows what she's doing Don't think aloud, so what if our teeth protrude More than yours do and we perch on stoops And all of us aren't quite as mean As the drama queens and the static cling And we can dance like the best of them As long as the lights stay low And the jockey knows what she's doing And we can dance like the best of them As long as the lights stay low And the jockey knows what she's doing