IV: Stroke

Dance dance dance dance dance said he
I am the Lord of the dance
and you must dance with me.

Money saved is power earned.
Invest your sex in a proper wife.
Even the dead can have their moments,
even a worker has his life.

Invest in registered savings plans
to warm the rage in your aging bones;
then you can rant in political ease
and clip your coupons in solid homes.

When a man turns thirty he's had enough
and bitterness fouls his limbs and breath,
but the young still grow up strong together:
blind joy and sex will conquer death.

When the doors are shut and the locks turned tight,
dance in the dark inside your head.
Your passion is your only light,
and the dreams that ravage you in bed.

Flex your buttocks and bend your knees,
work till your back is bright with sweat
and your skin has burned to white or brown.
Make money, children, industrial debt:
This is the only dance in town.

Capital is an endless sea.
Speech is profit.
Dance with me.