Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor.

Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor

Somebody tell me about the perfect bomb

The royal valley on a blitzkrieg bomb

Somebody tell me how to use my gun tools

Kiss the napalm in the afternoon



I saw the film, I saw the place

I live to work for the killing sake

When I think you're knocked, when the radio died

And the rhythm played from every side



See the rebel and the damage done

See the debris and the damage done

See the wreckage and the damage done

See the film, see the damage done



Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor.

(This is the image, this is the place)

Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor

(This is the way the world will end)

Somebody tell me about the ...

(The waltzing man have dancing eyes)

I need to know about the ...

(This is the way the world will end)



Me I'm lost and the radio's dead

Now I'm relaxed and the radio's dead

The rhythms gone, the radio's dead

And the damage done inside my radio.