Paris is burning. The city alight. the club kids on fire. they're doing it right. they're keeping it punk rock. they're keeping it tight. ripping out speakers.
It's a ceremony. Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea. It's a ceremony. Yea, yea. . Oil and blood ceremony. Hold an eagle feather to my heart, yea. On my heart. A time for magic driftin' in.