The body dances to the beat of the noises from the street
As patterns grids and schedules go, we took a subway to the show
So give us this day our daily commute
On the bus in three piece suits
Say goodbye, kiss and ride
On the way to the club, look outside
The movement kills in several ways, although we see it as delay
The steering wheel, a guillotine
The body dances to the beat
"Take the subway, f*ck the street"
The flesh twists between the gap and passengers are also trapped
Inertia pushed them all along, but they won't make it to their next stop
Patrons complain about the wait
While the man outside can't feel his legs, "Just pull me out, save my life"
But all the cops can do is phone his wife
She drives as fast as she can and gets caught up in a traffic jam
