Baby, I don't know what it's like
I don't know what it's like
Here I've been hanging up myself
About disco 2012
Baby, I don't know what it's like
I don't know what it's like
So I've been hanging up myself
About disco 2012

Disco twenty
Disco twenty (twelve)
Disco twenty
Disco twenty (twelve)
Disco twenty
Disco twenty (twelve)
Disco twenty
Disco twenty

Shish, let me take up of that for ya
So it's that when he see's death is coming' for ya
Shut the door out up on a brighter day
Or cop out, jump out onto the freeway
Next step on death up the wrong way
Open up a leather heart through the right gate
Don't recognise a number, who the fuck is that calling?
I turn three digits don't place the truth that I've been stalling
[?] under the clothes line on the path
When that past don't gotta be the forecast
Sit back, watch sand turn into glass
Glass heat turn a new form, and give a pass
The power of suggestion a poor man's mule
Set the sails a little higher right across the full moon
Been soakin' in an open ass tomb
Ran out of the room and jumped into the womb
Baby, I don't know what it's like
I don't know what it's like
So I've been hanging up myself
About disco 2012 (The present day's so easy to-)

The present day's so easy to forget
Just don't forget those speakin' to the poor's death
When that

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