And we'll be dancing to the beat of the end of the world Let that motherfucker burn, yeah And we'll be dancing to the beat of the end of the world Let that motherfucker burn, yeah There is no freedom in choice Only in our refusal Popping bottles in the streets with glasses raised to the surveillance cameras And we are war machines when our bodies merge together To fuck cities into rubble with contempt for the future We fuck cities to rubble without pity for the future Oh yeah! And we'll be dancing to the beat of the end of the world Let that motherfucker burn, yeah And we'll be dancing to the beat of the end of the world Let that motherfucker burn, yeah We going shoppin' but we ain't spendin' We just takin' all the things we need And so many things that we don't need will leave to ruins From McDonalds to McLewan Worlds in our eyes in the mind of a demographic timebomb Whose time hasn't come? Most likely too late Why the DJ play that stupid song on repeat This blood on the dance floor could be ours or it could be theirs Bouncers beware, [?] chlorofluorocarbons And it's about time we needed more than the air And we'll be dancing to the beat of the end of the world Let that motherfucker burn, yeah And we'll be dancing to the beat of the end of the world Let that motherfucker burn, yeah