*I got two pale hands

Up against the window pane

I shaking at my knees, at my knees again

It starts at my feet

Reverbs up to my brain

There's nothing I can do to revert the gain



**I'm looking down at the streets below

There's nothing I can do to reverse the blow

And they two, know what I know

But they too hunger for the beast below

I'm totally addicted to bass

Wa-a-wa-ow!!!



Wa-a-wa-ow!!!

The base lines have got me feeling fine

Wa-a-wa-ow!!!

The base lines are filling up my mind

Are shooting up my spine, wa-a-wa-ow, ow!!!



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