dance yrself clean - live at madison square garden

Lyrics for dance yrself clean - live at madison square garden

Walking up to me, expecting, walking up to me Expecting words, it happens every time Present company, expect it, present company Except the worst, it happens every night Ah-ah, present company, excluded every time Ah-ah, 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 Expect the worst, it works just like a need Ah-ah, present company, excluded in every way Ah-ah, present company, makes you wanna stay Killing it with close inspection Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed Present company expect it Present company just laugh it off Works just like a need Ah-ah, present company, excluded in the night Ah-ah, present company, included in the fight Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah Don't you want me to wake up? So give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made from make outs Then give me just a bit of your time We've got to bring our resources You go and play it 'til the time comes Forget your string of divorces Just go and throw your little hands up It's late No Honey, it's late No I miss the way the night comes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others So go and dance yourself clean, ha Go and dance yourself clean, yeah We're blowing Marxism to pieces Your little arguments to pieces, oh It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show Put your little feet down, and find out Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pileup with you Every fucker's getting older And it's the end of an era, it's true And you go Stop, stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop Stop, stop, stop Break me into bigger pieces So some of me is home with you Wait until the weekend So we can make our bad dreams come true And it's a go, yeah, it's a go But if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best thing to do Oh We should try a little harder In this tedious march of the few Every fucker's getting younger And there's a part of me hoping, it's true Thanks very much