I could be a swinging sickle
Turning to a factional nomad
I could be a friend so fickle
Or I could be the best you ever had
I could be the dull divider
Paint between the tyres on either side
I could be a gene defiler
Wishing for a head so fine and wide
Got to get, to get down
Find a rhythm to pick me up
And catch the beat of this town
What could pull me together
Got to get, to get down
Trace the bullet and sift the dust
And catch the beat of this town
What to find to feel better
The streetlights and the ravers
And my trails of misbehavior
Lost in liquid nights
And whirling disco lights
The burden of tomorrow
All the shame regret and sorrow
Lost in liquid nights
And whirling disco lights
I can't recall a thing
So why do I feel so sad?
I could be a man of money
Soaking up the sweat upon your brow
I could be less lonely honey
If I could just remember you right now
Got to get, to get down
Find a rhythm to pick me up
And catch the beat of this town
What could pull me together
Got to get, to get down
Trace the bullet and sift the dust
And catch the beat of this town
What to find to feel better
The streetlights and the ravers
And my trails of misbehavior
Lost in liquid nights
And whirling disco lights
The burden of tomorrow
All the shame regret and sorrow
Lost in liquid nights
And whirling disco lights
And I'm whirling through the half light
Shivers down my spine
Don't know what I'm becoming
But I know I'll make it mine
I can't recall a thing
So why do I feel so sad?