Dancer-Common Rotation

Dancer (Live) - Common Rotation There was blood on the tax report, fire in the hole I could tell that you set it there just to see how much I could hold To see if I dropped the ball, get thrown in the cold Just to see if I'd never call and shut up and grow old But even then I'd have to listen to all of these preachers in my path I will be sifting through their sermons just to conquer the mass Until I reach the top of the hill and look out on disbelieving eyes Just to say I'd had my fill of all of the heavy breaths and sighs But who am I to begin when there's never an end Was it just for the sake of sin that you became my friend And left me dangling there to blow in the wind Well I'll be damned if this ever happens again Chorus: One day I'll be a dancer One day I'll get in line There was a man hummin' a tune shifting subway stares And he conjured swear word gloom as the market traded shares Your train pulled into its stop but you left without a care Well for all you know he continued to curse everything you saw as fair So then you wandered downtown to where you worked on time But you can't kill him with your heart because he's etched in your mind And it's a gamble now to go back and attempt to be kind As if you didn't step on a crack everything would be alright But that is the cross-hatch of a misconstrued mismatch This is the misconception we so discreetly attach I am the ball and you are the catch And I caught you in all of your gall But it was to late because you hatched Chorus: One day I'll be a dancer One day I'll get in line There was blood on the tax report and it dripped from your noes I was careful not to let it get all over my clothes You see it permanently stains, yep that's how it goes But then what would be the portrait without the pose You see it's all in those sad eyes that glare down upon my wrists The blood flows over my hands to my fingertips And we all pick so hard at those pimples 'round our lips That we tend to forget that these models really do exist So then what can be the answer to question of this breeding cancer Well I'll tell you mine, I resolve to be a dancer I'll strip down naked every Saturday night And you'll pay me not to step on a crack and every thing will be alright Chorus: One day I'll be a dancer One day I'll get in line One day I'll bear this empty spotlight