Lletres: Frank Black. Dance War.

Mister, you're an actor
Practicing your lines by yourself
Don't need no benefactor
I just want to be myself

I'm going fighting in the dance war (x2)

Though I'm headed nowhere slamming in this pit
My brain was going to melt listening to your shit

I'm going fighting in the dance war (x2)

The war will never end
And I dont have a care in the world
See the bodies fly
Take the double dare in my world

I'm going fighting in the dance war (x2)