evolution

[With apologies to Don Henley. Sadly, I didn't have to change too many of the words.]

They’re picking up the prisoner; they’re putting on the hood
All he wants to do is dance, dance
Islamists been Islamists since I dont know when
And all he wants to do is dance
Molotov cocktail-the local drink
And all he wants to do is dance, dance
They mix ‘em up right in the kitchen sink
And all he wants to do is dance

Crazy people walkin round with blood in their eyes
And all he wants to do is dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistol wavers who ain’t afraid to die
And all he wants to do is-
And all he wants to do is dance
And make romance

He can’t feel the heat comin off the street
He wants to party
He wants to get down
And all he wants to do is-
And all he wants to do is dance

Well, the government bugged the men’s room in the local disco lounge
And all he wants to do is dance, dance
To keep the boys from sellin’ all the weapons they could scrounge
And all he wants to do is dance

But that don’t keep the boys from makin’ a buck or two
And all he wants to do is dance, dance
They still can sell the people all the drugs that they can do
And all he wants to do is-
And all he wants to do is dance
And make romance

[inherited from: LGF.]