wiki/LCD Soundsystem - 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
Present company excluded every time
Ah
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
Present company excluded in every way
Ah
Present company makes me wanna stay
Go

Killing it with close inspection, killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breed
Present company excepting, presently we all expect the worst
It works just like a need
Ah
Present company excluded in the night
Ah
Present company included in the fight
Go
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

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 may
Oh
And I
Oh

I miss the way the night goes
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, ha
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
You're blowing Marxism to pieces
Their little arguments to pieces

Show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show
It's your show!

Put your little feet down and hang 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
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 a go
Yeah it's a go
And if we wait until the weekend
We could miss the best things to do

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

Ah, so go and dance yourself clean
Ah, gotta dance yourself clean, yeah
And blow the Marxists into pieces
Their little argument to pieces

Oh

Wish you'd 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