This Was Built To Make You Dance

This is something to gasp aboutIt's her glamour that he's tearing atHe is filth, he is dirty.And she loves it.Just keep your face downAnd don't look outIt's not love that your after nowYou are triumphYou are gloryYou are the partyHere is your moment to shineDon't you feel importanthere is your revolutionStart Stop DanceWith every beat of the drum she frownsShe makes her way through the grinding crowdTo finish off what she started in his pocketJust keep your face downAnd don't look outIt's not love that your after nowYou are triumph and glory, the party.But I know what you'll sayThe does not mean a god damn thing to meBut I think this should be the last fucking word you say to meBreak away from the crowd to celebrateSoldiers dance the night awaySoldiers dance too.