Oh, pick it up There's a bass guitar in this Grenade launcher roars in a television sky Tell me, how many young brothers must die? Dance on, dance on Dance on, dance on Little Talk Johnny blew the big score The gang nailed his feet to a wooden floor Nuclear ban never stays in tune They all know the words but the music is doomed Everybody, dance on, dance on, ooh Dance on, dance on Pick it up Dance on, dance on Dance on, dance on Dance on, dance on A bass guitar in spider webs, longing for the funk Uzi gun takes his place in a wagon trunk Stealin' ladies purses, then settin' them aflame M & M killers playin' Mickey Mouse games Lord, have mercy Dance on, dance on, dance on Dance on, dance on, dance on It's time for new education, the former rules don't apply We need a power structure that breeds production Instead of jacks who vandalize Detroit, what's happenin'? What color is your money today? What color is your money today? What color is your money today? ...