In a world drenched in superficial connections and forced smiles, Andy Black's anthem is a rebellious cry for authenticity. He paints a vivid picture of social exhaustion, where every interaction feels like navigating through a storm. With tattooed hands and vodka sweats, the protagonist rejects the facade of joy found in fleeting moments of intoxicated camaraderie. Instead, he embraces the freedom to be himself without the pressure to conform or engage. This song is a liberating declaration that sometimes, it's perfectly okay to just exist without pretense or small talk. #Authenticity #SocialAnxiety
We Don't Have To Dance
Lyrics
Record scratch, Steve Miller band
Tattooed necks and tattooed hands
Oh, how don't you drown in a rain storm?
Fresh regrets, vodka sweats
The sun is down and we're bound to get exhausted and so far from the shore
You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering you think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes
Literal hell
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to dance
Bottles smashed, I raised my hand
How can you all even stand?
And why is there joy in this poison? Oh
Faking smiles and confidence
Driving miles to capture this excitement
I can't take anymore
You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes
I am in hell
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to dance
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes
Literal hell
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to dance
We don't have to talk
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to talk
Talk, talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
Writer(s): ERIC FREDERIC, PATRICK STUMP, ZAKK CERVINI, ANDREW BIERSACK, JOHN WILLIAM FELDMANN, MATTHEW PAULING, QUINN ALLMAN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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