There was blood on the tax report, fire in the hole   I could tell that you set it there just to see how much I could hold   To see if I dropped the ball, get thrown in the cold   Just to see if I'd never call and shut up and grow old   But even then I'd have to listen to all of these preachers in my path   I will be sifting through their sermons just to conquer the mass   Until I reach the top of the hill and look out on disbelieving eyes   Just to say I'd had my fill of all of the heavy breaths and sighs   But who am I to begin when there's never an end   Was it just for the sake of sin that you became my friend   and left me dangling there to blow in the wind   Well I'll be damned if this ever happens again      Chorus:   One day I'll be a dancer   One day I'll get in line      There was a man hummin' a tune shifting subway stares   And he conjured swear word gloom as the market traded shares   Your train pulled into its stop but you left without a care   Well for all you know he continued to curse everything you saw as fair   So then you wandered downtown to where you worked on time   but you can't kill him with your heart because he's etched in your mind   And it's a gamble now to go back and attempt to be kind   As if you didn't step on a crack everything would be alright   But that is the cross-hatch of a misconstrued mismatch   This is the misconception we so discreetly attach   I am the ball and you are the catch   And I caught you in all of your gall   But it was to late because you hatched      Chorus:   One day I'll be a dancer   One day I'll get in line      There was blood on the tax report and it dripped from your noes   I was careful not to let it get all over my clothes   You see it permanently stains, yep that's how it goes   But then what would be the portrait without the pose   You see it's all in those sad eyes that glare down upon my wrists   The blood flows over my hands to my fingertips   And we all pick so hard at those pimples 'round our lips   That we tend to forget that these models really do exist   So then what can be the answer to question of this breeding cancer   Well I'll tell you mine, I resolve to be a dancer   I'll strip down naked every Saturday night   And you'll pay me not to step on a crack and every thing will be alright      Chorus:   One day I'll be a dancer   One day I'll get in line   One day I'll bear this empty spotlight