Screwed on the chemical floors of the dance world 
Now you see why 
I'll always be a dancer 
Plucked by the transcendental brats to the trance world 
But desertscapes on the face of a girl were not the answer 
And we are not the answer 
We are not the answer 
No, we are not the answer 
No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold 
It's just a golden bridge 
I'm burning whose fire is the real gold 
No, don't worry my dear, nothing's been sold 
It's just a golden bridge 
I'm burning whose fire is the real goal 
Fire is the real goal 
So, there'll be moonlight over 
Michelle tonight 
And another west coast morning 
Fuck it, I'm warning 
You can look, you can touch but no, not that much 
What's one more police action when 
I'm cancelling the truce again 
So, there'll be moonlight over 
Michelle tonight 
And another 
West Coast morning 
Fuck it, I'm warning 
You can look, you can touch but no, not that much 
What's one more police action when 
I'm cancelling the truce again