Post Modernist Ska

Who dare stare down honesty, from such a grand peak as my soapbox

Pointless pride a commodity, twiching grins, nervous laugh

Dragnet clumsy romantic thought, dissolves underneath a boring tounge

Pupils wide, with little inside, a friendship born of a dying keg

So what hangs on your walls, when they start to breathe?

Or is your idea of shit and puke some retro-dance that's the thing to do yeah

Libation loosens thought, small talk undressing strangers

Coitus next, nothing to say, an empty kiss, a breach of trust

Erotica lost, a beer soaked thrust, forgetting names then losing count

Apathetic consent, a flaccid mount, is all you know of passion and lust

Is this your excuse for watered down come, try to fuck your friends when you have none

A media-molded tact and reason, a different disease for every season, right

Do you know how to laugh, do you know how to scream?

I've got a lethal suggestion, aimed at a dead-beat generation

We're gonna need a drink of elixer considerably stronger than beer

And if we dance without direction, let us dance until we die!

Bop and ska and jive and jump, go-go jissom twist, an orgasmic bump

Jump and jive and ska and bop, try a junky swing, a heroin hop

Jive and jump and bop and ska, it's a Burrough's town, loose the prudish frown

Ska and bop and jump and jive, it's amazing that we're still alive!

Bop and ska and jump and jive

Bop and ska and jump and jive

Bop and ska and jump and jive

Bop and ska and jump and jive

Bop and ska and jump and jive

Bop and ska and jump and jive

Bop and ska and jump and jive