Dance the Night Away (Little Sweetshop on the Edge of Town)

On the cities brink, there is a pink and purple shop that time forgot

That celebrates behind its gates, those simpler years but no one hears

What they have to say, or know what they sell, secret knocks and ringing bells

An antiquated look on life, nuclear family, gloomier wife

On her own, she stands all day, she wants to dance the night away

But this little shop on the edge of town, doesn’t make a single sound

Her Jekyll & Hyde act, was in fact a better way to operate

Her fantasies so gallantly in a distant land, so neatly planned

So she could plan a cunning plot of evil deeds in hidden spots

Revenge is now the newest black, she knows they’ll never take her back

To where did she belong, all along, a crescent moon backs the sparrow’s song

A fretful look, an unread book, contains the lines and awful rhymes

Of one who doesn’t wish to share, her ramblings, nor should she care

What those might think, for they will blink and never know what she did show

The sweetshop characters put up barricades, for the masquerade ball is in swing

Once the bell rings, the sparrow sings, the crooner croons and audience swoon

Over the band, in their gas masks, but no one asks their real names

For it will bring shame upon those who host, just to boast, of their good looks

And their unread books, up on the shelf, displays their wealth, so subtly

But they’re utterly oblivious and envious of their guests

So they try their best to act impressed, but in fact fail miserably

And their dignity remains intact, even if their masks have cracked

There’s groaning sighs of those that despise these crooked events, in worn out tents

The bigger question is why they went, they could have spent their time elsewhere

Instead of there, where veiled doors hide conversations with insufferable bores

Words they uttered, in that breezy stutter, cold shoulders make them all shudder

No escape, and now that they’re here, they’ve got to face all of their biggest fears

The smell of lies and the sound of tears, amplified by the deafening cheers

A crowd of creeps, crawlers and clowns, hidden beneath their garish gowns

Wicked whispers echo around, this derelict waste of a squalid town

Looking up, ignore the frowns, the freaks are free, they’ve come unbound

The doors are locked, the exits blocked, why knock now when you should have knocked

Much earlier but don’t be upset, you’re one of them now, so don’t forget

What to say, just look away, the night is young so dance away