Propane Disco
Jeff Cornell
Out in the cold
Away from the fold
You stick to the shadows where you can hide
You see the warmth and the light
From the dark of the night
You long to be on the inside
Propane Disco
Propane Disco
Disco
Disco
Out in the cold
You fight or you fall
Tooth and nail for your next meal
So toughen your hide
And sharpen your knives
Because out here it might get real
Propane Disco
Propane Disco
Disco
Disco
So tired of the cold
The street's getting old
And it's so nice to sleep indoors
And yet after it all
Still unable to crawl
Or to live on all fours
Propane Disco
Propane Disco
Propane Disco
Propane Disco
