[Verse 1]
We explore the men's room
We don’t give a shit
Ladies' lost electricity
Take vows inside of it

[Chorus]
Desire to dance
Too startled to try
Wrap my legs 'round you
Starting to fly, let's explore
Up there, up there, up there
On the twenty-fifth floor

[Verse 2]
Circle all around me
Coming for the kill
Kill, kill, oh, kill me baby
Like a kamikaze
Heading for a spill
Oh, but it's all spilt milk to me

[Chorus]
Desire to dance
Too startled to try
Wrap my legs round you
Starting to fly, let's soar
Up there, up there, up there
On the twenty-fifth floor
[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]
We do not eat flower or creation
We do not eat, eat anything at all
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation
I'm waiting for a contact to call
Love's war, love's cruel, love's pretty
Love's pretty cruel tonight
I'm waiting here to refuel
I'm gonna make contact tonight

[Chorus 2]
Blood in my heart, night to exploit
Twenty-five stories over Detroit
And there's more
Up there, up there, up there

[Bridge]
Stoned in space, Zeus, Christ
It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be
Within the context of neo-rock (I feel it's swirling around me)
We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order (I feel it, feeling no pain)
(I'm waiting above for you baby)
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste (I know that I'll see you up there)
The transformation of waste (I know that and you talk backwards)
The transformation of waste (On boundaries over this world)
The transformation of waste (I'm waiting above in the sky, dear)
The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man
Man being the chose alloy, he must be reconnected via shit, at all cost Inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man and re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold
All must not be art
Some art, we must disintegrate