Lose yourself to dance Everybody dancing on the floor Everybody on the floor Yeah, come on (lose yourself to dance) I know you don't get chance to take a break this often I know your life is speeding and it isn't stopping You take my shirt and just go

Some do not believe that you can Feel the need within you but you could We can prove it with the music Go go go, go go go Trot though the wind Come on now, ooh Move your body, let your body go Everybody, let your body go Let the girls say, whoo, whoo

People = shit, people = shit People = shit (what cha gonna do?) People = shit ('cause I am not afraid of you) People = shit (I'm everything you'll never be) People = shit C'mon motherfucker, everybody has to die Here we go again, motherfucker Come on

Under the burning sun I take a look around Imagine if this all came down Everybody run now, everybody run now Break into another time Everybody run now, everybody run I'm waiting for the day to come The enemy arrives Escape into the night

Say hell yeah Everybody know that it's on now (I'll be damned) Everybody alive, everybody alive Come on now, come on now Come on now, you gotta survive I said you gotta survive Gotta survive, gotta survive Everybody that's listening to this feeling alive

Don't wanna let you go Your special your one of a kind (so...) He'll try to take you from me Some things money can't buy... Everybody wants to have a girl like you But I'm the one and it's right My wish becomes his delight Your not gonna get far from me

Everybody wants to ride So get up and come over And get off when I am done So bring your daisy chain Come on girl on your knees Bow down like your starting to pray Come on little girl when you're riding me Everybody knows how you sex me dirty I know

I am realizing That everybody's lost their simple ways And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly I've come face to face with the enemy Oh, the enemy Oh, Mr. Back-Stabbin'-Son-of-a-Bitch You're livin' in a world that'll soon be dyin'

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do