Sharing time again.
Last train to Mashville, girl, you got on board.
Packed up your medicines and left without a word.
Now you're strung out in suburbia, waitin' for that core.
You just chill out by yourself behind your front door.
You lost the plot again; where you are now ain't clear.
It's a misty morning memory, the road the brought you here.
Your Special K keeps the chills away, with your meal and your spoon.
Just starin' at the walls, sharing your story with no one.
And you don't dance to techno anymore.
I don't see you under the strobelight on the dancefloor.
It's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
Bein' a loverman and a DJ, lots of girls come down front when I'm on the ones-and-twos. There was this one particular girl, though. She was so beautiful, she used to knock my eyes out every damn time. One night, she took this funny little heart-shaped pill right and just died, right there in front of me. Now she don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno, the sun set since you let go.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
The 808 and the 303 ain't the friends that they used to be.
You got no time for sweet 909.
You said goodbye to Chicago, Detroit said, "Lord, let her go,"
And there ain't no guestlists at the borderline.
And you don't dance to techno anymore.
I don't see you under the strobelight on the dancefloor.
It's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno, the sun set since you let go.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno, hip-hop or electro.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
-- Alabama 3 - "U Don't Dans 2 Tekno Anymore"
Packed up your medicines and left without a word.
Now you're strung out in suburbia, waitin' for that core.
You just chill out by yourself behind your front door.
You lost the plot again; where you are now ain't clear.
It's a misty morning memory, the road the brought you here.
Your Special K keeps the chills away, with your meal and your spoon.
Just starin' at the walls, sharing your story with no one.
And you don't dance to techno anymore.
I don't see you under the strobelight on the dancefloor.
It's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
Bein' a loverman and a DJ, lots of girls come down front when I'm on the ones-and-twos. There was this one particular girl, though. She was so beautiful, she used to knock my eyes out every damn time. One night, she took this funny little heart-shaped pill right and just died, right there in front of me. Now she don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno, the sun set since you let go.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
The 808 and the 303 ain't the friends that they used to be.
You got no time for sweet 909.
You said goodbye to Chicago, Detroit said, "Lord, let her go,"
And there ain't no guestlists at the borderline.
And you don't dance to techno anymore.
I don't see you under the strobelight on the dancefloor.
It's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno, the sun set since you let go.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
You don't dance to techno, hip-hop or electro.
You don't dance to techno anymore.
-- Alabama 3 - "U Don't Dans 2 Tekno Anymore"