Library Voices - Kundera on the Dance Floor lyrics

Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro! Dressed in a Tom Wayne t-shirt In walks the golden girl Blessed with a now-chemical smile Piss drunk on red wine and melody The drink it sways addiction But strengthens her convictions Some words get slurred Some lines get blurred You see where this is heading Oh come on Don't go there The beat skips on some hit remix The dance floor moves and then forgets I know just how they're feeling The unbearable likeness of being "Some stones are better left unturned" She quoted Dondo and Kafka "There is hope, though not for us" Was there a point to all of... Oh come on Don't go there Pa** out still wearing all your clothes Shut your eyes and let your head fill with ghosts Oh come on Wake up with one foot on the floor The room spins a little slower than the night before Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...) Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...) Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...) Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)