I Don't Have A Dancing Problem - Marathon

Fuck this, I’m going dancing

Yeah I’m gonna get my fix tonight

For just a few short hours, I’ll leave my worthless worries behind

Until my feet are rags

My aching ankles snap

Yeah we started dancing in the malls

And on tables down at city hall

We just got disapproving eyes

Everyone’s a dealer selling bad shit to each other: «a time and place for

everything»

But I only take hits from the DJ and she’s always spinning

When the disco ball tonight

Spins a sea of tiny lights

If we just wade and submerge we’ll be baptized

And wash these cautions clean

Like hand-me-down kidneys

They say starving artist

They don’t know the hungry part is

Not the empty stomach

But the dry and sober heart

So I’ll fly fly fly with the art injections

Fight fight fight all the interventions

I’m not down with 12-steps unless you’re showing me new moves

Sweating salty oceans, twitching and my pulse is racing

I’ve barely started with this groove

Fuck this, I’m going dancing

I’ve been strung out for all my life

But I can get a fix tonight

For a few short hours I’ll feel alright