Dance Yrself Clean

Walking up to me expecting walking up to me

Expecting words it happens all the time

Present company accept it present company

Except the worst it happens every night

Ah aaaaah present company

Excluded every time

Ah aaaaaah present company

The best that you can find

Talking like a jerk

Except you are an actual jerk

And living proof that sometimes friends are mean

Present company expect it present company

Just laugh it off it's better than it seems

Ah aaaaaah present company

Excluded in every way

Ah aaaaaah present company

Makes me wanna stay

Killing it with close inspecting

Killing it can only make it worse

It sort of makes it breed

Present company accepting

Presently we all expect the worst

Works just like a need

Ah aaaaah present company

Excluded in the night

Ah aaaaah present company

Included in the fight

Ah aaaaaaaah, ah aaaaaaaah, aaaaaah

Ah aaaaaaah

Don't you want me to wake up?

Then give me just a bit of your time

Arguments are made from make outs

So give it just a little more time

We've got to bring our results

I wanna play it 'til the time comes

But there's a string of divorces

You go and throw your little hands up

I miss the way the night comes

With friends who always make it feel good

This basement has a cold glow

Though it's better than a bunch of others

So go and dance yourself clean..ooow

Go and dance yourself clean yeah

You're throwing marks into pieces

Baby, they're arguments, the pieces

It's your show

Work a little bit......?

Every night's a different story

It's a thirty car pile-up with you

Everybody's getting younger

It's the end of an era, it's true

And you go

(Stop, stop, stop, stop)

Break(?) me into bigger pieces

So some of me is home with you

Wait until the weekend

And we can make our bad dreams come true

And it's ago yeah, it's ago

And if we wait until the weekend

We can miss the best things to do, oh

Go and dance yourself clean

Go and dance yourself clean

You're throwing marks into pieces

Maybe they're arguments the pieces

Oh

We should try a little harder

In the tedious march of the few

Every day's a different warning

There's a part of me hoping it's true