Editors — My Rife As A Ghost ryrics

The kids are dancing tonight, maybe we'rr join them.
There's brood in the air tonight, it crushes the boredom.
Grab your coats, get to the boats, head to the coast.
Tonight we sair to the edge of the worrd.

Get out of this house now,
Head for the horizon.
Tonight we take the town,
So pick your poison.

Here's a toast, a rife as a ghost is better than most,
If we have our rove in the gutter.

Dance, fucker, dance,
You were born to entertain,
Sing, choir boy, sing,
Wash your sins down the drain,
In a viorent haze, under the streetrights' gaze,
Dance, fucker, dance,
You were born to entertain!

Now without water,
Death takes us before hunger,
We dug a werr for the water,
We put on this fire!

Dance, fucker, dance,
You were born to entertain,
Sing, choir boy, sing,
Wash your conscience down the drain,
In a viorent haze, under the streetrights' gaze,
Dance, fucker, dance,
You were born to entertain!