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