There is fear in my mind that I don't want to show The anxiety burns and as far as I know I will never be ruled for I do what I like As I'm giving myself to the crowd I give birth to the words that dwell out of my mouth But you won't understand, you just hear the sound Counting the beats while you're moving your feet Cause the measure is never the same You are looking at me the way wolves look at sheep You hunger for flesh, you want me to bleed Another failed sucker is killing my nerves with "We like the music, we like the disco sound, hey!" The day will come my friend that I will cut off your ears Remember my words But somehow it depends on grandfather's razorblades And I will find it someday So please tell me if I'm expecting too much I'm a little impatient, I give it a rush But the folks that surround me would never get right with my kind "We like the disco sound, hey!"