Text: New York Dolls. Dancing On The Lip Of A Volcano.

Been cravin' more life and more love
That lives in the soul of my heart
Don't wanna be no artist
I'm a dancin', singin' work of art

You lit my heart with fiery aggression
And you showed me
The fury of love, sex and affection
That ya owed me

In danger but I ain't scared
In danger, I found the splendor there

Dancin', atop a flamin' pit
We're dancin', we are creatin' it
We're dancin', right on the lip of a volcano

Nature with its true voice
Cries out undissembled, "Be as I am"
Revealed in its wildest
Most generous incarnation

In danger, devil may care
In danger, the fire's everywhere

We're dancin', so let the fire lick
We're dancin', we are creatin' it
We're dancin' right on the lip of a volcano
Let's dance

In the center of action
Of my psyche's need for love
I want liberation and joy
In a paroxysm of intoxication, inspiration
Ain't no way to be coy

In danger, a blazin' glare
In danger, I found the splendor there

Dancin', won't let'cha slip
We're dancin', let the lava rip
We're dancin', on the lip of a volcano

Dancin', we are creatin' it
We're dancin', so let the fire rip
We're dancin', right on the lip of a volcano
A volcano, a volcano

Thrown in the dance with the mystics
Burnin' me up with its music
Sensualistic, ritualistic, alchemistic, polytheistic