No whips, no chains, just dancing.

I'm back in Liverpool and everything seems the same, but I worked something out last night that changed this little girl's brain; a small piece of advice that took 22 years in the make, and I will break it for you now; please learn from my mistakes, please learn from my mistakes. Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony; everything is going wrong, but we're so happy. Let's dance to Joy Division and raise our glass to the ceiling; 'cos this could all go so wrong, but we're just so happy, yeah, we're so happy. So if you're ever feeling down, grab your purse and take a taxi to the darkest side of town; that's where we'll be, and we will wait for you and lead you through the dancefloor, up to the dj booth; you know what to ask for, you know what to ask for. Go ask for Joy Division and celebrate the irony; everything is going wrong, but we're so happy. Go ask for Joy Divison and raise your glass to the ceiling; 'cos this could all go so wrong, but we're so happy, so happy. So let the love tear us apart, I found the cure for a broken heart; let it tear us apart. Let's dance to Joy Division and celebrate the irony; everything is going wrong, but we're so happy.