They're picking up the prisoners
And putting 'em in a pen
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Rebels been rebels since I don't know when
And all she wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Crazy people walking round with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistol wavers
Who ain't afraid to die
And all she wants to do is
All she wants to do is dance and make romance
She can't feel the heat coming off the street
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