Paroles: Mountain Goats. The Sunset Tree. Dance Music.

Alright Ia??m on Johnson Avenue in San Luis Obispo
And Ia??m five years old or six maybe
And indications that therea??s something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily
Ia??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 knoba??s for
I listen to dance music
Dance music
Okay so look Ia??m seventeen years old
And youa??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
Therea??s only one place this road ever ends up, and I dona??t wanna die alone
Let me down, let me down, let me down gently
When the police come to get me Ia??m listening to dance music
Dance music