text: Five to one, baby, one in five
  No one here gets out alive, now
  You get yours, baby, Ill get mine
  Gonna make it, baby, if we try
  Come on, yeah!
  The old get older and the young get stronger
  May take a week and it may take longer
  They got the guns but we got the numbers
  Going to win, yeah, were taking over
  Come on, yeah!
  Your ballroom days are over, baby
  Night is drawing near
  Shadows of the evening crawl across the years
  You walk across the floor with flowers in your hands
  Trying to tell me no one fucking understands
  And you trade in your hours for a handful of dimes
  Gonna make it, baby, in our prime
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  I wanna fuck you, mother
  I wanna fuck you, mother
  I wanna fuck you, mother
  Fuck you!
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Get together, one more time
  Fuck you, mother