Up and down, in and out
Come together, move around
On your feet, stay on the floor
Shake that body and clap your hands
Now listen
Make a circle, happy faces
Dance to Techno
Hands up in the air
If we say wheeooo
We say Wheeooo
Call and response, that's our second name
This is the Disco, this is the show
War pigs won't leave us alone
Where is the Disco, where is the show
How can we dance if the dancefloor is filled with killers?
The Testosterone is here
The celebration of killing is going on here
They're building a brickwall
Of black money and blood and beer
But all you can think of is how to disappear
Cause how can we dance
When the dancehall is filled with killers
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
