Blue Öyster Cult - Dance On Stilts

On the outside I'm in the high rise Headin' for a meeting, shining up my greeting See me in a white suit with a mirror tie And you you-you-you Elevate me You throw off the shame And you dance on stilts with me And on the inside, I'm on my knees Crawling an aching mile, living on the Bowery Too sick to stand, to try to understand But you you-you-you Elevate me You lift me high, just high enough to see You you-you-you Elevate me You throw off the shame And you dance on stilts with me You throw off the shame And you dance on stilts with me And no one suspects a thing They're all hiding just the same They ache for an outbound train And the wheels stopped turning in their brains And you you-you-you Elevate me You lift me high, just high enough to see You you-you-you Elevate me You throw off the shame And you You throw off the shame And you dance on stilts with me You elevate me You elevate me C’mon baby, dance on stilts, dance on stilts with me You elevate me You elevate me