Disco by At The Dakota

Welcome to the ant farm where the ants they roam in twos,
We walk around the aisles the greys are bored of who they choose,
Chained to a leg of zombie who croaks it’s something not displayed,
On the sign when you sign on the laws dotted line when you threw your life away,
I say welcome to the jungle to the streets,
Of a trolley where the front wheel wobbles it’s a metaphor for this heap,
I might be unstoppable when Michael’s on the tape,
So grab a rug and cut it cos it goes like this,

Hey mumma,
You got a fever that you can’t sweat out,
He drags under,
Tonight,
And he doesn’t like disco,

Welcome to that race well that’s population you,
You sit glumly, fall down fumbly, eating boiled goose,
I look to the left I see your body, are you alive?,
I picked up a stick, I poked and pricked, you folded to the side,
I said hello (hi),
What happened to the centrefold glamour that pages boys would hide,
So if that weight feels heavy then it’s time to shed some skin,
And get off of that disco floor it goes like this,

Hey mumma,
You got a fever that you can’t sweat out,
He drags under,
Tonight,
And he doesn’t like disco, x2

A criminal, a mess, your minds undressed, you want to mean something,
You’re going down X3

So why the fuck d’you sing his tune and waste your life away?
A life without a disco beat seems pointless don’t you say?

Hey mumma,
You got a fever that you can’t sweat out,
He drags under,
Tonight,
And he doesn’t like disco, x2

I say you speak my language i think you should,
It’s time to live your life the way that your young self would,
The worlds a scary place it’s hard to see outside,
But you don’t live life twice and he don’t like disco

• Pop
• dance
• disco
• energetic
• fast
• groove
• indie
• indie pop
• pop
• rock
• soft pop rock
• upbeat
• Darwin