Music Express

Pop put a gun to my head
Rock 'n' roll left me for dead
I've got a knife to my throat
EDM's cheap masturbation
Rap's a numb sensation
Girl, we missed the boat

We can dance
We can do drugs and sex
You and me, babe, holding on for dear life
On the Music Express

Businessmen do karaoke
In S&M bars, soft and smoky
But with no soul
And if you want to flaunt
We can funk in a restaurant
All that jazz is old

We can dance
We can do drugs and sex
You and me, babe, holding on for dear life
On the Music Express

I want to live in a pyramid
I want to live like a king
You can be a mod or rocker
Long as you kiss my ring

You can dance
Oh baby, you can shine
But can you keep a smile
When you're doing hard time?

We can dance
We can do drugs and sex
You and me, babe, kissing
On the Music Express

I've got a passion project
It's spelled Y-O-U
I want to make you a star
I want to make your dreams come true

We'll be moving with arms entwined
Dance floor packed
Basking in the glow
Of your record contract

We can dance
We can do drugs and sex
You and me, babe, holding on for dear life
On the Music Express