When you're in power you can be that late in, Two whole hours and the crowd's still waiting. What has become of us? It's a about money, that's what we're told So pick up the phone and sell your soul. She used to be one of us. If you keep dancing they'll keep playing. If you keep listening they'll keep saying: Jump, jump, jump, jump! How high? How high? Jump, jump, jump, jump! How high? How high? Kept like cattle but we act like sheep, It's an uphill battle and we're in too deep. Where do we place the blame? In money or in fame? If you keep dancing they'll keep playing. If you keep listening they'll keep saying: Jump, jump, jump, jump! How high? How high? Jump, jump, jump, jump! How high? How high? So we spend all our days trying to break from control And we find some escape in the depths of our soul. We listen to musicians because they make up feel free, But is it real if they appeal to our sensibility and try to use it to sell us The things we don't need Because to recognise manipulation makes me feel free. And I know that it's a shame that that's the game that they play But if we all had a well would we wish it away? If there are these rules that we're trying to break Then why do we follow the people who take And never give. I'll never live a life of wisdom and grace But I'd like to know that I can look my mother in the face. And we all tell ourselves that we rebel and we defy But we're funding those who make the rules with music we buy. We comply with restrictions that we put on ourselves And idolise our captors and the stories they tell Because we have to have an idol and have someone else to hate And in a world of crime and violence music is our escape That's why we wait. And we don't care if she mimes and comes on two hours late. If you keep dancing they'll keep playing. If you keep listening they'll keep saying: Jump, jump, jump, jump! How high? How high? Jump, jump, jump, jump! How high? How high?