There still ain't no travel ban on the dancefloor

The poisoned populist perspectives

the peepholes in our collective consciousness

the underdogs being denied coverage

the delusions of grandeur of the gloryhole demi-gods

and the claim that some cop in Arkansas actually saw a pig fly

but hey man, there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.

Cultures being gutted by greed

the chaos of choice spread from an angry voice

blind conviction leading the redefinition

the patriot caught with his pants down

and well, hell might be freezing over

but there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.

The disasterous diplomatic decision making

Mother Nature leaning back and waiting

in the end it will be the people quaking

the panic room propaganda

has got us all shaking

once in a blue moon orange faced political faking

but there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.

(breakdown)

Religion in retrogradation

the spectre salivating over a smorgasbord of imaginary salvation

humanity held in a head lock

the hindsight that will haunt us in the all

too late hours

and maybe just maybe one day the sun will rise in the west

and maybe just maybe one day the sun will rise in the west

and maybe just maybe one day the sun will rise in the west…

but for now, boys and girls

there still ain’t no travel ban on the dance floor.