Not what it used to be

Flashing lights

And disco science

Flesh and tight clothing

Sweat and vile creatures 

On the floor

My whims call me to the floor

Throbbing pulses and electro beats

Piano keys and the xylophone

Trumpet and horns

Bones sprained and broken

Black eyes and tears

Blood on the dance floor

This is where we came to play

This was our playground

Our childhood fantasy

And now a dream

You'd rather not see

A nightmare called the dancefloor

You can move to the music

You can step to the beat

You can go from side to side

Right or left

What will it be

You can lose yourself on the dance floor

It's a nightmare

It is a dream 

It's not what it used to be

People get shot on the dancefloor

Money gets lots at the dancefloor

Bodies lining up on the dancefloor

It's dangerous

I don't want and not want to be 

On the dance floor