Don't need nobody to take you home Two empty souls won't fill the vacancy Oh, you should dance some more Grab a drink or four You should dance some, more Time's never late, it is your currency Oh, you can spend it all you like I know it's heavy on your

Hate and war The only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate, hate, hate, the hate of a nation A million miles from home And get war from the junkies