Floorshow

The bodies of the naked on the low damp ground

In the violet hour to the violent sound

And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine

And the voices and the singing, and the line on line

This is the floorshow, the clapping hands

Animal flow from the animal glands

In the violet hour to the violent sound

Going round and round and round

And round and round

I feel the bite, I feel the beat, I see the dancing feet

I feel the light, I feel the heat, I see the new elite

I see the final floorshow, I see the western dream

I see the faces glow and I see the bodies steam

See them shimmy, see them go

See their painted faces glow

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

See those pagans go, go, go, go, go

Well, this is the floorshow, the last ideal

Its populist got mass appeal

The old religion redefined

For the facile, futile, totally blind, volatile kind

Mundane by day, inane at night

Pagan playing in the flashing light

In the violet hour to the violent sound

Going round and round, and round

And round and round

And the bodies of the naked on the low damp ground

In the violet hour to the violet sound

And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine

And the voices singing line on line

See them shimmy, see them go

See their painted faces glow

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow

See those pagans go, go, go, go, go