Dancing in the Ghetto

Remember what they said cannot be said
About the modern world and its big head?
“Don’t ever let the pressures of the press
Or the mediate media tell you what’s dead”
There’s always a movement in the bowels of society
After all, they dance better in the ghettos
Oh, what brilliant mistakes were made before
Charles Keating, Fawn Hall, and Paula Jones
But still they dance in the ghettos

If you still wonder
               How to shuffle your feet
If you still wish you
               Hadn’t lost your passion
If you get too old
               To let loose and yell
There’s always someone
               Dancin’ lovin’, yellin’ for you

Exhausted from chasing you all day
Can’t go out Friday, I get too tired
From trying to love all who love me
I’m fighting people on fire with fire
I’ve got my invitation to the blues in my back pocket
As I’m knocking on the front door
I invade the room, study the tunes
We’re all too scared to hit the floor
But still they dance in the ghettos

If you still wonder
               How to shimmy shoulders
If you still wish you
               Hadn’t loved and lost
If you get too old
               To let loose and yell
There’s always someone
               Dancin’ lovin’, yellin’ for you

And I’m alone with everyone
No one goes to that place anymore
It’s gotten too crowded
(Still they dance)
And I must have looked like a fool
When my hands got spastic
Shaking hands with you
(Still they dance)
But when it’s straightened out
I know why they don’t scream
They just go out and dance
In the ghettos

If you still wonder
               How to cut the rug
If you still wish you
               Hadn’t settled down
If you get too old
               To let loose and yell
There’s always someone
               Dancin’ lovin’, yellin’ for you