Story Behind The Song
Song was composed during the policy of don't ask don't tell and imagining what it would be like to have to hide your love. Song celebrates or rather informs the listener of the inevitable change.
Song Description
Hard Dance Rock Song
| Song Length |
3:51 |
Genre |
Rock - Punk, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Composed |
Subject |
Civil Rights, Change |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Your sense of smell, your sense of touch
You've got something better
Clenched fists in the blackest nights
And you're not allowed to see her
But we got, sex cola, sex genes, prescription drugs for all your needs
And we got class from the first world, morals on loan from the third
And the death of disco is just a symptom of the tides of change.
I'm here to tell (the death of disco).