We broke it, we smoked it, and then we choked it cause it didn't really seem to matter.We use it, we bruise it, openly abuse it, but it never quite seems to shatter.We kiss it, we twist it, and when it's gone we miss it cause we did it and we're rotten to the core.Yeah we do that, yeah we don't care, that's the way we roll.Cause everybody else ain't on the floor.And we say woah, woah, woah, woah.Get on the floor.We can dance all night.So get on the floor.You got to, we get down some more.Cause this is war on the floor.We grow it, we flow it, gangster yeah you know it.We're having fun, till we burn the sun.We wrap it, we strap it, nasty like a maggot.Cause the world is cruel when we're out a lot.So we say woah, woah, woah, woah.Get on the floor.We can dance all night.So get on the floor.You got to, we get down some more.Cause this is war on the floor.Strange desire, to play with fire.Nothing to it, that's why we do it.Strange desire, to play with fire.When we burn it we'll fade away.Get on the floor.We can dance some more.So get on the floor.You got to, we get down some more.Get on the floor.We can dance some more.So get on the floor.You got to, we get down some more.Cause this is war on the floor.Get on the floor.Forever again.