This Dance - Drenge

Deep down under the motorway

There’s a sewer with a sound system churning away

The kind of stuff that’d make you come out in a rash

Until you’re kicked out for stirring up

The beginnings of a backlash

And the line outside is longer than the dole queue

And it’s pissing down

And no-one wants to be here more than I do

I need this like religion

I need this like a part of me missing

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance

I can feel the sweat stick to my face

When there’s nothing left to fear

But the thrill of the chase

And I can read your lips like a battered paperback

Like a gut-churning, page-turning, megalomaniac

I can hear the words lost on the dancefloor

Drip like scarlet beads from the jaws of a carnivore

And there they lie in a pool of saliva

There were nicknames and curse words

And backslang to die for

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance

This dance

Is the last

Moment of movement

Something to prove we can dance