You looking for the string my friend,
to find your way out of the maze.
Upon such shame of needs you can't defend,
walking around in a funky haze.
Half bull in speech the other half a man,
tremble before the glaring horns.
Of the same old song you don't understand,
that certainly did forewarn.

Lost in the discothèque,
caught in the lights.
Lost in the discothèque,
you're the red cape in my sight.

You looking for shades of virgin pale,
feeling too old to sacrifice.
Upon such desperation you will fail,
your worst fears realized.
Half beast and the other half asleep,
the aged vinyl skips no more.
Any promises you tried to keep,
are crumpled like the clothes on the floor.

Lost in the discothèque,
caught in the lights.
Lost in the discothèque,
you're the red cape in my sight.

Now I know it is much too late,
as I feel that sinking pork blade.