Floorshow

The bodies are there naked in the low damp ground

In the violet hour to the violent sound

And the darkness, the blinding, the eyes that shine

And the voices singing line on line

This is the floorshow, the clapping hands

Animal flow from the animal glands

In the violet hour to the violent sound

Going round and around and around and around

I feel the bite, I feel the beat, I see the dancing feet

I feel the light, I feel the heat, I see the new elite

I see the final floorshow, I see the western dream

I see the faces flow and I see the bodies steam

See them shimmy, see them go

See their painted faces glow

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

See those pagans go, go, go, go, go

Well, this is the floorshow, the last ideal

It's populist, got mass appeal

The old religion redefined

For the facile, futile, totally blind

For the totally blind

Mundane by day, inane at night

Pagan playing in the flashing light

In the violet hour to the violent sound

Going round and around and around and around

The bodies are there naked in the low damp ground

In the violet hour to the violent sound

And the darkness, the blinding, the eyes that shine

And the voices singing line on line

See them shimmy, see them go

See their painted faces glow

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

See those pagans go, go, go, go, go