Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dance Yrself Clean, artist - LCD Soundsystem. Date of issue: 02.12.2010
Song language: English
Dance Yrself Clean |
| Walking up to me expecting walking up to me |
| Expecting words it happens all the time |
| Present company excepted present company |
| Except the worst it happens every night |
| Ah aaaaah present company |
| Excluded every time |
| Ah aaaaaah present company |
| The best that you can find |
| Talking like a jerk |
| Except you are an actual jerk |
| And living proof that sometimes friends are mean |
| Present company expect it present company |
| Just laugh it off it's better than it seems |
| Ah aaaaaah present company |
| Excluded in every way |
| Ah aaaaaah present company |
| Makes me wanna stay |
| Killing it with close inspection |
| Killing it can only make it worse |
| It sort of makes it breed |
| Present company accepting |
| Presently we all expect the worst |
| Works just like a need |
| Ah aaaaah present company |
| Excluded in the night |
| Ah aaaaah present company |
| Included in the fight |
| Ah aaaaaaaah, ah aaaaaaaah, aaaaaah |
| Ah aaaaaaah |
| Don't you want me to wake up? |
| Then give me just a bit of your time |
| Arguments are made for make-ups |
| So give it just a little more time |
| We've got to bring our resources |
| I wanna play it 'til the time comes |
| Forget your string of divorces |
| Just go and throw your little hands up |
| I miss the way the night comes |
| With friends who always make it feel good |
| This basement has a cold glow |
| Though it's better than a bunch of others |
| So go and dance yourself clean... ooow |
| Go and dance yourself clean yeah |
| You're blowing Marxism to pieces |
| Their little arguments to pieces |
| It's your show |
| It's your show |
| It's your show |
| It's your show |
| Put your little feet doooooooooooown and haaaaaaaang out |
| Every night's a different story |
| It's a thirty car pile-up with you |
| Everybody's getting younger |
| It's the end of an era, it's true |
| And you go |
| (Stop, stop, stop, stop) |
| Break me into bigger pieces |
| So some of me is home with you |
| Wait until the weekend |
| And we can make our bad dreams come true |
| And it's ago yeah, it's ago |
| And if we wait until the weekend |
| We can miss the best things to do, oh |
| Go and dance yourself clean |
| Go and dance yourself clean |
| You're throwing marks into pieces |
| Maybe they're arguments the pieces |
| Oh |
| We should try a little harder |
| In the tedious march of the few |
| Every day's a different warning |
| There's a part of me hoping it's true |