| It was the last train to Mashville, girl, you got onboard | 
| Packed up your medicines, left without a word | 
| Strung-out in suburbia, waiting for that call | 
| You chill out by yourself behind closed doors | 
| You lost the plot again, where you are now ain’t clear | 
| It’s a misty morning memory, the road that took you here | 
| Special K keeps the chills away in your broken basement room | 
| Staring at the walls, sharing your score with no one | 
| And you don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor | 
| It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno | 
| So sad since you let it go | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| The 808 and the 303 | 
| Ain’t the friends they used to be | 
| You’ve got no time for a rollin' 909 | 
| You said goodbye to Chicago | 
| And Detroit City, Lord, you let her go | 
| And you ain’t on the guestlist on a Saturday night | 
| And you don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor | 
| It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore— Lord above— | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno | 
| So sad since you let it go | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno | 
| Hip-hop or electro | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore | 
| You don’t dance to techno anymore |