Nightclub The Orwells

They got a thumping strobe
With six hundred people
In an empty hall
Where drugs are a meal
Under disco ball we bop to the beat
On the red dance floor with lights underneath
Blacked out eyes and shapes at my feet
Near the open bar where singles will meet
To dance it off and shuffle their feet
With their hands upon the hips of a diva
In a ten cent dress tan senorita
Helps me out

When I saw the light on in your car
I knew it wasn't up
To me to shut you off
You know its not my call
I been head sick for a week
Licking spirits off my teeth
Now I'm batting out my league
And I've kept you up to speed
And I thought I've seen it all
So I took it on the jaw
I remember what I saw
In the Nightclub