[Lyric] Cocaine Trade (Christian Hansen & the Autistics)

Cowbell
Marimba

She's got the stuff
Now all she needs is a place she can bump it
Yeah
It's just my luck
That all the hipsters like the dance music
Yeah

But I said oh my god
It's coming back, coming back
It was lame the first time round
Oh my god it's coming back, coming back
I can't bear to hear the sound

And so we go there
There's dudes with blue hair, chicks with glow sticks
Yeah
And so we dance there
It reminds me of 1996
Yeah
But I said oh my god
It's coming back, coming back
It was lame the first time round
Oh my god it's coming back, coming back
I can't bear to hear the sound
Dance all night to pretty lights, nothing's right
Consciousness is lost and made
All we did was make 'em rich, make 'em rich
Helping out the cocaine trade

I used to dance
Thought I was dancing for peace
I used to dance
I thought the music was sweet
It was just 'cause the drugs matched the beat

Go back
Go back
Go back

Oh my god it's coming back, coming back
It was lame the first time round
Oh my god it's coming back, coming back
I can't bear to hear the sound