You've got to dance,
got to dance,
give it all that you've got
And don't you start slowing down
till the clock hands stop
They really want you to,
want you to get on your knees
To take a fistful of beans
at the end of the week
Yeah! They're tellin' tall visions
of pandemic skits
Wealth isn't fast food,
Adam Gage, you're a millionaire
You watch the suits, prostitute,
all that moral rock
Christ, they're even golden grass,
teenage super fire
And I know
Oh, nobody lives
And I know
I want no part of your life
Oh, let myself go, get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Standing in line,
you're wasting your time
I'm feeling a whole lot better
I let myself go and get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Standing in line,
you're wasting your time
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Meanwhile, I was there thinking
Well, the world that I've heard
It sounds so damn absurd
But thirty years of fire
has deepened the burbs
For your paranoia,
it seems we're down and even safe
Cause when you're dead and gone,
I wanna dance upon your grave
Oh, let myself go, get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Standing in line,
you're wasting your time
Start feeling a whole lot better
I let myself go, get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Standing in line,
you're wasting your time