Dance on Stilts - Blue Öyster Cult

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