Dance On - Prince

Oh, pick it up!

There’s a bass guitar in this

Grenade Launcher roars in a television sky

Tell me how many young brothers must die

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Little Talk Johnny blew the big score

The gang nailed his feet to a wooden floor

Nuclear Ban never stays in tune

They all know the words but the music is doomed

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

A bass guitar in spider webs, longing for the funk

Uzi gun takes his place in a wagon trunk

(get off me, punk, you ain’t sexy)

Stealing ladies purses then setting them a’flame

M&M killers playing Mickey Mouse games

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

Dance on, dance on

It’s time for new education

The former rules don’t apply

We need a power structure that breeds production

Instead of jacks who vandalize

Detroit — what’s happening?

What color is your money today?

Get your money straight

Everybody dance on