On Top Of The Mayhem
There's a little plan I'm working on
Seen a lot of defeats from down town
Working on my retribution
And scratching off them days
It's a colour TV I'm dropping off
It's a load of repeats I'm dropping off
Gotta get on top of the mayhem
Give yourself a wave

And I smile like the creeps on the dance floor
(I know it)
There's a lot of disease on the dance floor
(I'm working on it)
I will only be free on the dance floor
(I'm killing it)
If I give myself away

There's a line of defense I'm working on
There's a creep with a suspect package
Got a light from a suspect cigarette
Scratching off them days
There's a time and a place for everything
There's a tail in the suspect's silhouette
Gotta get on top of the mayhem
Give yourself away
So by now
The lust dies out
Still I'm found
Up and out of the place
The lust dies out
Still I drown
Up and out on a wave
The lust dies out
Still I doubt
Up and off of the page
The lust dies out
Still I'm found

The summit of all my love
The summit of all my days
The summit above my eyes
The summit above my gaze

There's something about my luck
There's something about my face
There's something about thine eyes
There's something about my place