Pseudo sexual, intellectual
Moving in time To the rhythm of his dreams
Head up, standing proud Swallowed up by the crowd
Only in the silence Can you hear the screams
White lace, cuff fall He knows he can have it all
Gliding through the mayhem In a trance like state
Too numb to feel the pain Let the evil rise again
We can guarantee it will intoxicate
Wardance, wardance Watch them do the wardance
Wardance, wardance It's the way they look That keeps you hypnotized
Wardance, wardance Come and do the wardance
Wardance, wardance drowning in the darkness As you fantasize
Black hair, painted lips Heavy rings, hands on hips
Sitting on the table With his legs spread wide
Up tight, in your face Playing the complete disgrace
No one needs to tell him He has nothing to hide
Hell fired, stared up Very nearly tarted up
Standing in the corner With the laced up girls
Adult fantasy What you need is what you see
Watching from the sidelines As the plot unfurls
High heeled, hard wired In trouble, inspired
Working up a sweat To see the war paint run
Sinners in a state of grace No-one needs seems to know their place
Dancing in the ruins of a world undone
Slicked back, sprayed up Sticky kissed and made up
Skillful, spanky, shiny boys In PVC
They know how to please Leaning forward just to tease
The can have each other But they shan't have me
