Oye, cierra la puerta.
La lucha está afuera.
Puede esperar una noche más.
Baila antes de que te vas.
Vale, baila antes de que te vas.
El mundo está quemando. Necesitamos hacer algo.
[Translation:
Hey, close the door.
The fight is oustide.
It can wait one more night.
Dance before you go.
Alright, dance before you go.
The world is burning. We need to do something.]
Let's douse the fire with our sweat
Don't get tired on me yet
You can rest when you're dead
All hands on the deck, let's make this send-off go correct
Toast to the end of the world
Like it's supposed to be seen
Not for sure, so
Kiss the bottle, spin the girl, I forgot
But reconfirmed that life can be fine if you make it sacred
Take a turn, son
Maybe gets you a sermon, a prayer, a folded note beneath my chair
But you ready to go?
Never gonna know from over there
I'm sick of the sound of my voice
Kickin' around with this noise when one of the boys said
"I don't know what you've got, but baby it looks bad.
I don't know what you've got, but baby it looks bad."
If there's a damsel in distress
She's too far gone to save, out of time
And it don't get better, baby
You can't talk me down from this decline
You haven't got a chance
But you can ask me to dance...
I need a drink, a doctor, a DJ
A shrink, a locksmith, a replay
To clean it up, seven-second delay
Or I'll never get any radio play
Like pa** on the right with a stick shift
Pa** you the mic for the lipstick
Flash you a smile 'fore I rip sh**
This business will k** us, hope you've got other interests
Hold hands, 'till the ship goes down
Slow dance, 'till the band gets drowned
Romance, had it in the past but I couldn't make it last
So you best check lost and found
(I've been here before, I know where it goes)
It goes down
So lost, my mind my faith my faith found
My voice, my way lost
Some friends some fights found
But that's all right 'cause a little bit of melancholy
Never really did hurt anybody
Even if it a sickness I'm oddly convinced at least it's honest
When life gets so tragicomic
A mattress with no sheets on it
The fact is you have it - the task it to want it
(I've been here before)
I don't know what you've got
(I know where it goes)
It looks bad
If there's a damsel in distress
She's too far gone to save, out of time
And it don't get better, baby
You can't talk me down from this decline
You haven't got a chance
But you can ask me to dance...