Cross the borderline of black and white and
climb the starway up and up we go.
Nothing good to do. Just bored to death hey
can I take your hand and steal you away?

Step and strumble do you want to go on?
Don't you worry, the altar is our floor.
Toss and turn and dizzy up ourselves and
keep on dancing, you and me right here now.

Shall we dance? - So what?
Shall we dance? - No thank you!
Shall we dance? - Enough!
Shall we dance? - No more please!
Shall we dance? - Don't need it!
Shall we dance? - Go away!
Shall we dance?

Bury the room with all the shrill calls, voices
swirl the senses, down and down we go. (Oh!)
Nothing good to do, just bored to death, hey.
Why don't we make a clean breast of it now?

Meaning connected to these simple words.
Reason of hating without seeing them.
Finding it... finding it... no meaning, no reason.
Gnash my teeth while smiling shy.
Smile with eyes shut and everything black.
I don't want to myself with all that nonsense!

Hopin' Stepin' may I have this dance
this is the world's end, shall we do the "one, two"?
Dring in all if this apocalyptism.
How about a little taste of daze and
Tick and Tack, the moment's moving on.
Shoot now, "say cheese!", our time is running out.
Round and round and going round and round.
Intoxicate, the world is getting (high).

A spatial just for you bystanders, jump
in the terminal, let's start the race.
Nothing good to do. Just bored to death, hey.
Can I take your hand and steal you away?

Something seems to be unusual and wrong.
Shall we believe in what is called "our fate"?
Step and stumble, do you want to go on?
No, no, how about making fool of ourselves?

Meaning of repeating all these foolish moves.
Reason to step as the music grooves.
Finding it... finding it... no meaning, no reason.
Just want to dance when I need a little blue.
Just want to laugh when I need a little tear.
I don't want to hear anymore of that ego!

Pop'n sense'n may I have this song
before the world's end, shall we sing the undeux?
My heart, it's yours. Can you hear the beat?
No, no. Not yet. I won't forget how.
Oh my, look and see, what a lovely view!
There, there, the world's a monochrome highway.
Growl and creep, not a single piece will move.
Anyhow, it's dead. Nothing's going to change.

Hopin' Stepin' may I have this dance
This is the world's end. Shall we do the "one, two"?
Dring in all if this apocalyptism.
How about a little taste of daze and
Tick and Tack, the moment's moving on.
Shoot now, "say cheese!", our time is running out.
Farewell, so long have a nice day.
Goodbye, to this World's End (Dancehall).