Paroles: Lower Class Brats. A Class Of Our Own. Dance (Until You Drop).

[Originally by The Defects]

When you're down in screaming hell
a place that I see every night
same familiar faces
always looking for a fight
leery unchanged faces
creating anarchy
frustration from the other faces
launching such insanity

dance, dance, dance until you drop
dance, dance, dance until you drop
dance, dance, dance until you drop
dance, dance, dance until you drop