Turboweekend - Not A DJ lyrics

I live alone, I sleep alone I cook for one if I cook at all I sometimes follow conversations through the wall You ride a bike, you ride a bus You take the train if you're going far You sometimes follow conversations in the bar Oh we could be celebrity I'm not a DJ but I'm in a band You're not a model but you know how to take a stand Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground The night is young, but the story's old Your love is king 'till it lies in the pit Good s** is a slipper of gla** - most feet don't fit We sleep around, we live unbound We like to come and we like to leave If staying means to decieve or be decieved But I'm working out for the strength to bend All my desires in the same direction I'm scrubbing hard for a speckless reflection Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground Clap hands, clap hands 'till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground Hey razor-tongue my ears are bleeding hey red-eyed love is that the sun in your eyes and has it come to dry out all the lies I dream alone, I die alone I wake up empty and I live again I need a regular lover Not a part-time friend Come on! Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground Clap hands, clap hands till your palms are burning Let's dance, let's dance my feet are learning New steps, new strides the tables are turning around (around) Pull the sky to the ground