Nightclub - The Orwells

They got a thumping strobe

With six hundred people

In an empty hall

Where drugs are a meal

Under disco ball we bop to the beat

On the red dance floor with lights underneath

Blacked out eyes and shapes at my feet

Near the open bar where singles will meet

To dance it off and shuffle their feet

With their hands upon the hips of a diva

In a ten cent dress tan senorita

Helps me out

When I saw the light on in your car

I knew it wasn’t up

To me to shut you off

You know its not my call

I been head sick for a week

Licking spirits off my teeth

Now I’m batting out my league

And I’ve kept you up to speed

And I thought I’ve seen it all

So I took it on the jaw

I remember what I saw

In the Nightclub

Keep turning around to throw you off

I’ll give you a call when I get out

Behind tinted glass with ten on the meter

Came a pop of a static sound on the speaker

Standing out in front with the dealer

Can you take me back inside of the theatre

When I saw the light on in your car

I knew it wasn’t up

To me to shut you off

You know its not my call

I been head sick for a week

Licking spirits off my teeth

Now I’m batting out my league

And I’ve kept you up to speed

And I thought I’ve seen it all

So I took it on the jaw

I remember what I saw

In the Nightclub