joy division

[Spoken] The bloody train is bloody late. You bloody wait, you bloody wait.

You're bloody lost and bloody found. Stuck in bloody chicken town.

The bloody view is bloody vile, for bloody miles and bloody miles.

The bloody baby's bloody cry. The bloody flowers bloody die [speaking fades out as uptempo music fades in]

[Sung] Radio, live transmission.

Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.

Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.

We would have a fine time living in the night.

Live to find destruction, waiting for our sight.

We would go on as though nothing was wrong.

Hide from these days, we remained all alone.

Staying in the same place, just staying out of time.

Touching from a distance, further all the time.

[Guitar solo continues]

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.

[Intensely] Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.

The things you learned are no longer enough.

Now it's just sound, that's all we need know.

To synchronize love to the beat of the show.

[Intensity rises] And we could da-aaa-nce!

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio.

[music slows after crescendo]

[Speaking resumes] The bloody baby's bloody cry, the bloody flowers bloody die.

The bloody food is bloody muck. The bloody drains are bloody stuck.

The color scheme is bloody brown. Dreck mess in chicken town.