Let the rain pour, let the beat throw down.
Let my head spin, let them scream and shout.
Let me move them, their bodies are shaking.
Let me listen, their souls it is taking.
Don’t stop the music, but stop the press.
Light up the sky and we’ll dance away this mess.
Lay with me now and rub out your sorrow.
Tomorrow a whore, but today’s not tomorrow.
So dance with me now and prove what they say,
that a girl’s only as strong as her hormones decide.
And her eyes won’t cry when she’s torn up inside,
only when she’s torn between lies.
‘Cause we’re the cancer of this dance floor,
and we’re forsakers of canvas and paper.
We don’t deserve the right to speak
and it’s a freedom we abuse, but believe.
You’re voices have been heard and heard again.
The next day comes silence and agendas come in.
We’ve all got a little self-doubt and deceit.
In hypocrisy’s halo, inside us it sleeps.
So shout out your message to love one and all,
but hang your brother when his opinions fall.
The music is lies in the dance of sharp tongues.
In the hypocrites’ hoedown, we’re all lost.
So dance with me now and prove what they say,
that a girl’s only as strong as her hormones decide.
And her eyes won’t cry when she’s torn up inside,
only when she’s torn between lies.
We are lost, we’re lost at what cost?
We’re lost in the hypocrites’ hoedown.