Attention, attention   Trente-neuf, quarante      Imagine a war which everyone won   Permanent holiday in endless sun   Peace without wisdom, one steals to achieve   Relentlessly, pretending to believe      Attitudes are materialistic   Positive or frankly realistic   Which is terribly old-fashioned   Isn't it? Or isn't it?      (DJ culture)   Dance with me   (DJ culture)   Let's pretend   Living in a satellite fantasy   Waiting for the night to end   (DJ culture, DJ, D)      Let's pretend we won a war   Like a football match, ten-nil the score   Anything's possible, we're on the same side   Or otherwise on the trial for our lives      I've been around the world   For a number of reasons   I've seen it all, the change of seasons   And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?      (DJ culture)   Dance with me   (DJ culture)   Let's pretend   Living in a satellite fantasy   Waiting for the night to end   (DJ culture)      (DJ culture)   Dance with me   (DJ culture)   Let's pretend   Living in a satellite fantasy   Wondering who's your friend   (DJ culture)      Now, as a matter of pride   Indulge yourself, your every mood   No feast-days or fast-days   Or days of abstinence intrude      Consider for a minute who you are   What you'd like to change, never mind the scars   Bury the past, empty the shelf   Decide it's time to reinvent yourself      Like Liz before Betty, she after Sean   Suddenly you're missing then you're reborn   And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?      (DJ culture)   (DJ culture)   Living in a satellite fantasy   Waiting for the night to end   (DJ culture)      (DJ culture)   Dance with me   (DJ culture)   Let's pretend   Living in a satellite fantasy   Wondering who's your friend   (DJ culture)      (DJ culture)   And I, my Lord   (DJ culture)   May I say nothing?   Living in a satellite fantasy   Waiting for the night to end   (DJ culture)      Attention, attention, attention