Dance for me maybe
Dance for them all
Well I'm tired, don't try to sell me hits
Only the ignorant bored and lonely
Want to eat that kind of thing
When it buys you lunch
When it buys you things
When it buys your sorry eyes
You'll only scream and cry or winge
F*ck, F*ck, F*ck em all
Go shake your bits in a mirror ball
F*ck, F*ck, F*ck em all
Go shake your bits in a mirror ball
F*ck, F*ck, F*ck em all
Go shake your bits in a mirror ball
F*ck, F*ck, F*ck em all
Go shake your bits in a mirror ball
Well I bleed this rope for years
Work to earn more, work to earn more
Work to earn our children's tears
Well I saw you wanking in the mirror
When I joined in walking in the mirror
I saw