Can you feel it. Baby. (16x). . This is mad stuntman pon your case. Wicked everytime. right (laugh). So all rude boys and rude girls. Feel the rhythm and feel the vibe.
Can you feel it. Baby. (16x). . This is mad stuntman pon your case. Wicked everytime. right (laugh). So all rude boys and rude girls. Feel the rhythm and feel the vibe.
Intro:. (Cant take my eyes off of you.). A firm grip, won't slip away,. Affirmed it, by how long you stayed.. Played dead, rigamortis grip led to faded blues with bad attitude..
{INTRO}. . [VERSE 1]. You Say, You Say. There's Something Wrong With Me. You Say, Why Can't I Be Right?. I'm All Dried Out Inside. But You're Squeezing Me Tight.
No need to question our connection. Let go of all the doubts in your mind. . We've gotta keep moving in the same direction. And whether good or bad we can make this right.
Move in to the metronome. Move in to the metronome. Move in to the metronome. Let the beat set the tone. Move in to the metronome. I need to control. Cause I really wanna let it go.
I'm a, I'm a lion in the j. I'm a, I'm a lion in the jungle. And I wanna go roar. . The deally though. . Motherfucker I'm ill, for really though. Look at all these things I got.
Gold teeth and lemon haze. Repeated for seven days. Reverb and tape delays. Ice cream and ultra phase. Fast food and microwaves. Physical burn and fade.
VERSE:. I used to hang out, every night. With my friends in the same old bar. So many times I looked for attention. But everything changed when you walked in the room.
Closer please, closer. Closer please, closer. Closer please, closer. Closer please, closer. . Closer. That is his nature. That is his nature. . That is his nature.
I can make a perfect picture from a voice. Her serenity oozed into my ear. It didn't take long for her to know me, and I knew it felt good. "Pick me up and use me, pick me up and use me".
Lead me on through the night. Take my hand, precious Lord. And lead me home. Take my hand, precious Lord. . Amen. . Lead me on through the night. Take my hand, precious Lord.
I wanna write myself. On the walls of your heart. Because the knot that holds us. Altogether throws us all apart. . I'm gonna stop myself. Before I say something true.
Carla was on her break from the. Graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory. She sat at a teetering picnic table. There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold.
There's a song that tells you. About the sounds you hear in the night. The animals crying because they're hungry. And the child crying at night. Because he's hungry and lonely.
I've been waiting. . Intruders just keep coming. Intruders just keep coming. Intruders just keep coming. . Did you ever wish that something. Would come and save you?.
Every time I think I'm gonna wake up. Back in the jungle. Every minute I stay in this room. I get weaker. Each time I looked around. The walls moved in a little tighter.
Take off your nightshirt mama, and your gown. Maybe 'fore day we're gonna shake 'em on down. Bukka's stopped hollerin'. Oh, must I shake 'em on down. I done stopped hollerin' mama.
I'm not waiting for a king. To rule my mind or anything. I don't need your band of gold. To take me where I need to go. . There's an edge to life. That will cut you like a knife.
With your wild, call the pace. Taste the tracks of the waste. With your wild, with your sweet. With your cold black-eyed teeth. I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray.