Dance Yrself Clean
Walking up to me expecting
Walking up to me expecting words
It happens all the time
Present company excepted
Present company except the worst
It happens every night
Present company excluded every time
Present company, the best that you can find
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Present company expect it
Present company, just laugh It off
It's better than it seems
Present company excluded in every way
Present company, it makes me wanna stay
Killing it with close inspection
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breed
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst
Works just like a need
Present company excluded in the night
Present company included in the fight
Don't you want me to wake up
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made for make-ups
So give it just a little more time
We've got to bring our results
You got to play it 'till the time comes
But there's a string of divorces
Just go and throw your little hands up
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make you feel good
And this basement, it has a cold glow
But it's better than a lot of others
So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
You're blowing marxism to pieces
All the little arguments to pieces
Walking up to me expecting words
It happens all the time
Present company excepted
Present company except the worst
It happens every night
Present company excluded every time
Present company, the best that you can find
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Present company expect it
Present company, just laugh It off
It's better than it seems
Present company excluded in every way
Present company, it makes me wanna stay
Killing it with close inspection
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breed
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst
Works just like a need
Present company excluded in the night
Present company included in the fight
Don't you want me to wake up
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made for make-ups
So give it just a little more time
We've got to bring our results
You got to play it 'till the time comes
But there's a string of divorces
Just go and throw your little hands up
I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make you feel good
And this basement, it has a cold glow
But it's better than a lot of others
So go and dance yourself clean
Go and dance yourself clean, yeah
You're blowing marxism to pieces
All the little arguments to pieces
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Writer(s): James Jeremiah Murphy
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