Talk is cheap shut up and dance. don't get deep shut up and dance. Love has got me down. a tear just hit the ground. so I started writing you this song. but the words I wrote came out all wrong. Yeah but it's alright. When you can't define the crime. then life ain't worth a dime. when they take away everything you've got. and they rub your nose in the funky spot. Not without a fight. When they work your fingers to the bone. now what does get you - nothing. in a crowd of people. you're still alone. you hope that tells you something. the road to heaven is paved in hell. and it makes you wonder. Why we're here at all. Check out the shape of the circumstance. he wears the dress and she wears the pants. here comes Jill and she needs romance. but you can't do jack so shut up and dance!. Sex is like a gun. you aim you shoot you run. when you're splittin' hairs with Mr. Clean. it's like getting head from a guillotine. and the night has just begun. Talk is cheap shut up and dance. don't get deep shut up and dance.