Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor.   Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor   Somebody tell me about the perfect bomb   The royal valley on a blitzkrieg bomb   Somebody tell me how to use my gun tools   Kiss the napalm in the afternoon      I saw the film, I saw the place   I live to work for the killing sake   When I think you're knocked, when the radio died   And the rhythm played from every side      See the rebel and the damage done   See the debris and the damage done   See the wreckage and the damage done   See the film, see the damage done      Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor.   (This is the image, this is the place)   Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor   (This is the way the world will end)   Somebody tell me about the ...   (The waltzing man have dancing eyes)   I need to know about the ...   (This is the way the world will end)      Me I'm lost and the radio's dead   Now I'm relaxed and the radio's dead   The rhythms gone, the radio's dead   And the damage done inside my radio.