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Death To DiscoI get the feeling that you don't like my soundI've been told that you don't want me around My head is banging and it's banging your door I'm trying to stop from going on the floor Death to disco Death to disco There's panic in the halls And there's panic in the street Death to disco Death to disco There's panic in the halls And there's panic in the street Metal fragments try to enter your brain Try some proper music before you go insane Smash the speakers and hammer the decks Give some of your love to the heavy metal wrecks Perhaps a nuclear missile will change your mind No bump and grind but a rocksteady find Now you're banging your head and you're banging my door But I don't see you trying to head out the floor |