Go Home, Bitch!

I’ve got hats, glitz, all it takes, an interstellar fervor and matching drapes
I’ve got spaz, jazz, a velvet cape and a hotline suicide smashing grace
I’ve got hands, slight, on the move, a rivulet of motion and spastic grooves
I’ve got a smile, a shake, a helping hand — insidious bastard with a master plan
I roll this world just like a boulder
A man who counts himself a soldier, the love you get from me will help to free
your mind
Involuntarily floating through space and time
With a smash, clash, you start to wake
Buddha’s on high as your body shakes
You cough blood, choke, spit it out — your head feels trapped in a gloomy shroud
I’ve got style, swag, all it takes
You’re dangling from a roof with your life at stake
Then it’s smash, cut, you’re bleeding out — disco beat dancing with hooks in
your mouth