everybody dances all night
everybody dances all day
everybody dances
everybody dances
everybody dances so strange
we take our gold and our hearts' truest treasures
we lay them down at the feet of our slaves
we lay them down at the feet of our masters
scepters and shackles
one and the same
rust in the rain
and everybody swings
to the pendulum beats of our time
everybody dances all night
everybody dances all day
everybody dances
everybody dances
everybody dances so strange
this heavy air in the room of our season
is like a burden of lead in our lungs
we cannot cough up a reason to reason
breathing was easy
when we were young
with awe on our tongues
and everybody swings
to the pendulum beats of our time
everybody dances all night
everybody dances all day
everybody dances
everybody dances
everybody dances so strange
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