Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground For the people who don´t deserve it now It´s a circus we´re the clowns as the giant ones disown
Every bit of something we call home
Said it´s a pity ´bout the middle class Holden mass We get a bit to play around with doesn´t really matter They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope But generally speaking, nobody´s got a hope
We´re playing the music of the middle-aged queens Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans It´s all the same, we´re out in the cold The good ones died, the others just got old Everything´s set, everything´s fine You just got to stand in line Oh everything´s set, everything´s fine You just got to stand in line
Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now Everybody´s beaten, everybody´s down, oh everybody´s down So goodbye to the creeps who are making it Goodbye to the let it happen stand I´m moving out got no doubt they´ve forgettn twist ´n´ shout They never ever listen to the man