Paroles: Mountain Goats, The. Dance Music.

alright i'm in johnson avenue

in San Luis Obispo

and i'm five years old or six maybe

and indications that there's

something wrong with our new house

trip down the wire twice daily



i'm in the living room

watching the watergate hearings

while my stepfather yells at my mother

launches a glass across the room

straight at her head

and i dash upstairs to take cover

lean in close to my little record player on the floor

so this is what the volume knob's for

i listen to dance music

dance music



okay so i'm seventeen years old

you're the last best thing i got going

but then the special secret sickness

starts to eat through you

what am i supposed to do?

no way of knowing

so i follow you down your twisting alleyways

find a few cul-de-sacs of my own

there's only one place this road ever ends up

and i don't wanna die alone

let me down, let me down, let me down gently

when the police come to get me

i'm listenin' to dance music

dance music