away, I gotta get away now. Let me alone, I wanna make myself. * Moshi konndo bokuga Umarekawaru to shitara Black Sabbath no member ni naritai desu Dakedo kitto boku nante Black Bass
Now it's 2 AM And the party pulls up. Now we're moving out To the city we love to go. Whoa Whoa Whoa I feel I feel electrical The lights so bright
of the drum Goes round and around into the overflow Where the girls get down to the sound of the radio Out to the electric night, where the bass line
Stones and boats, mansion homes and hopes, I deserve 'em both Overdose, time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts Voltage through a hater, this electric
, move like the boss of the joint I know it don't mean nothing 'cause I brought the joint But still, realer hits, card dealin' shits Bass lips, murder
are green, and doo-doo is brown Life is uphill but, not when you get down [Aceyalone] Sticks and stones, flesh and bones +Organic Electricity+
, electroclash, the revelation, kickin' ya ass!! The new phenomenon taking over town, Feel the force, coming over ground. I feel so electric, it really blows my mind The kind of electric
around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row. Check it out I got [hip-hop taste buds], I wanna hear that [bass when I
faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row, (ho how) I got hip-hop taste buds, I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
Little Willie John (Isaac Toombs) King Single #5342 Recorded in Cincinnati, Dec 23, 1959 With Edwin Conley electric bass, Edison Gore-drums Unk. string bass
on tracks i be doin them bmx flips sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch big like texas don't mess wit tha freshest yeah i spin electric my set
your rhymes are extinct Just like a dinosaur but you never find a more 'Cause mine will keep sellin' on wax like some kind of whore Let me inject this, flow of electric
Engrave me with that bass and shudder You can't save me Raving, rampant, stroking Knife and voltage burn Electric shock love Guard and lock my eyes Make
down here Let's go little darlin', nothin' ever happens down here (dog ate the dog, the cat ate the mouse) Drums/Percussion: Arran Ahmun Bass Guitar: Pete Zorn Keyboards: Gerry Rafferty Electric
with sanity But somehow my mind's not so sweet to me CHORUS Produced by Jane Words/Music/acoustic guitar/lead vocal- Jane Piano/keyboards - Reg Webb Bass Guitar - Dave bronze Electric
lemons; we'll make lemonade. Maybe Jay's smashed (?), drumming up passion; Scarring forever with each brisk tattoo Bean's in the place so bass is in
rhythm run, the rhythm run Yo, Salt, whassup? Can we get some? They call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than
give me the electric chair For all my future crimes, oh, oh You whispered something it took my mind out Like a G flat major with an E in the bass Your
