Sunday, September 30, 2007
disintegration - four
Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We're whats happening
Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We're an ice machine
We see people brand new people
They're something to see
When we're nightclubbing
Bright-white clubbing
Oh isn't it wild?
Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We're walking through town
Nightclubbing we're nightclubbing
We walk like a ghost
We learn dances brand new dances
Like the nuclear bomb
When we're nightclubbing
Bright white clubbing
Oh isn't it wild...
Iggy Pop & David Bowie - Nightclubbing (1977)
There's a hangman's knot at the end of the rope...
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