Tekst :
Governments elected nobody votesPolitically correct isn t that a joke?
We censor music then give children guns
On CNN still fightin to death over Jerusalem
Four letter disease still makes us run
Can t comprehend that you can die from love
Can I start things over and change your mind
Can I sing a melody, press rewind
Can I move your feet, make your heart skip a beat
Can a simple tune flow through you?
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When the music feels like this
When you lose control you gotta go with it
Ten feet high flyin above the sky
Your problems don t exist
When music feels like this
No money left in Africa
Starvin to death in Bosnia
We close our eyes and hide a nation cries
And in the West TV possessed and weight obsessed
The media dissects, infects
We think real life is reality TV
Can I have your attention and press rewind
When the DJ spins will it change your mind?
Can I move your feet, make your heart skip a beat
Can a piece of me flow through you?
Chorus1
Chorus2:
When the music feels like this
DJ take control and grab a hold of me
Spin that wheel tell me how to feel
I like the shape I m in
When music feels like this
Bringin the beat back, stompin the floor
Dancin like a booty never bounced before
Poppin to the back beat, up on the one
Smack jack freakin now you re overcome
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Chorus2
Let the music in
Let the DJ spin
Let the music in
Coz the music should feel like this
Feel the music ...
When music feels like this ...
Tekst :
Mommies, I ve been stealing your babies I gag the brat and then maybe...I ll suck out his brain
You know... Dead kids, they re making me feel almost hard
Go get one from the school yard
He bled like a stuck pig
[Chorus:]
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Me.. Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Suckle my bloated love knuckle
Just like Fatty Arbuckle I m gay and I m proud
That right...
Faggot and a corpse full of maggots I wanna blow cum not bag it
Goddamnit I m horny!
[Chorus]
It s just a dead child
An object I ve defiled
Yes I know its wrong
You d rather that it was your mom? [x2]
Your mom, my mom, our mom, anybody s mom
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you motherfucking seen me?
Have you seen me?
Have you seen me?
Me... Have you seen me?
Have..You..Seen...Me!!! Sated!
Now that I masturbated I m in love but I m hated I don t follow the crowd
But I said you.. Your covered in vile spew
My filthy chunks are all over you
My filthy filthy filthy chunks
My filthy filthy filthy....
Tekst :
Bangkok, Oriental settingAnd the city don t know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world in a
Show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies -- doesn t seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change -- don t you know that when you
Play at this level there s no ordinary venue
It s Iceland -- or the Philippines -- or Hastings -- or -- or
this place!
Chorus:
One night in Bangkok and the world s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain t free
You ll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you re lucky then the god s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One town s very like another
When your head s down over your pieces, brother
It s a drag, it s a bore, it s really such a pity
To be looking at the board, not looking at the city
Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town --
Tea, girls, warm and sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite
Get Thai d! You re talking to a tourist
Whose every move s among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
Chorus:
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
Siam s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Buddha
And thank God I m only watching the game -- controlling it --
I don t see you guys rating
The kind of mate I m contemplating
I d let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage
parlours --
Chorus:
One night in Bangkok and the world s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain t free
You ll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can t be too careful with your company