Lyrics:

The bodies on the naked, on the low, damp ground
In the violet hour to the violent sound
And the darkness, the blinding, the eyes that shine
And the voices singing line on line
This is the floorshow, the clapping hands
Animal flow from the animal glands
In the violet hour to the violent sound
Going round and around and around and around and a...

I feel the bite, I feel the beat
I see the dancing feet
I feel the light, I feel the heat
I see the new elite
I see the final floorshow
I see the Western dream
I see the faces glow
And I see the bodies steam

See them shimmy, see them go
See their painted faces glow
Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow
See those pagans go, go, go, go, go

Go!
Yeah!
Ow!

Well, this is the floorshow
The last ideal
It's populist
Got mass appeal
The old religion redefined
For the facile, futile
Totally blind
For the totally blind

Mundane by day, inane at night
Pagan playing in the flashing light
In the violet hour to the violent sound
Going round and around and around and around and a...

The bodies on the naked, on the low, damp ground
In the violet hour to the violet sound
And the darkness, the blinding, the eyes that shine
And the voices singing line on line

See them shimmy, see them go
See their painted faces glow
Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow
See those pagans go, go, go, go, go