Dancing Choose lyrics

He's a what? He's a what? He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas from a newspaper stand
From his boots to his pants to his comments and his rants
He knows that any little article will do

Though he expresses some confusion 'bout his part in the plan
And he can't understand that he's not in command
The decisions underwritten by the cash in his hand
Bought a sweater for his weimaraners too

Now I'm no mad man but that's insanity
Feast before famine and more before family
Goes and shows up with more bowls and more
Cups and the riot for the last hot meal erupts

Corrupts his hard drive through the leanest months
Shells out the hard cash for the sickest stunts
On aftershave, on gasoline
He flips the page and turns the scene

In my mind I'm drowning butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone it's time
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Eye on authority, thumb prints a forgery
Boy ain't it crazy what the lights can do
For counterfeit community every opportunity
Wasted as the space between the flash tattoo

And the half-hearted hologram posed for the party
Now he gloss full bleed on a deaf dumb tree
Cod liver dollar signs, credit card autograph
Down for the record but not for freedom

Angry young mannequin, American apparently
Still to the rhythm better get to the back of me
Can't stand the vision, better tongue the anatomy
Gold plated overhead blank transparency

In the days of old you were a nut
Now you need three bumps before you cut
Not that I should care about, nothing I ain't scared of
But I guess, you had to be there

In my mind I'm breeding butterflies
Broken dreams and alibis, that's fine
I've seen my palette blown to monochrome
Hollow heart clicks hollow tone in time

I see you figured in your action pose
Foam injected Axl Rose life size
Should something shake you and you drop the news
Lord just keep your dancing shoes off mine