Dance floor massacre

There’s a riot on the dance floor.
The dj is spinning revolutions
By drumming up a witch hunt
To massacre the instruments.

The disco is like tokyo burning out of control.
The sounds from the turntable
Have turned into a riot on the dance floor.

The evil on the stereo speakers has taken over the strobe.
I think i need to clear my throat.

The police are the enemy.
Take ecstasy with me.
My mouth is stuck on repeat.
Take ecstasy with me.

There’s cops on the dance floor
Declaring a dance war in useless uniforms.

Prepare for a riot on the dance floor.