Lyrics:

80's people dancing, oh
Always get it right
I'd listen but I can't tonight
I can't tonight
I can't tonight
Well there's something that you do
To get it right
And I provide for it
And that's the thanks I get

I don't understand
Your fucked up system
Messing up the city
Try to sell the water
Try to sell the air
Try to sell your daughter
Try to sell her hair

We all want to watch the fight
Is it on Sunday?
Hide in a hole with a gun in your hand
In front of someone you want dead, I guess
Hiding in your suit

I did not know that
They're bringing me back to my past
I got my head in my hands
I got my head in my
I got my head in my hands
I got my head in my
I got my head
It's just something that you do
To get it right
And I provide for it
And that's the thanks I get

Yeah, that's what you get
Step into the system
Profiting from war
Fighting as the victim
Always wanting more
Trying to trick your brothers
Get them to fight it for you

I can not believe my eyes
Darling I can tell you lies
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago
I don't know geography all that well
Yeah, yeah

Defying western logic
Even if it says you're wrong
I guess that's a classic
Been with us all along