*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

The base lines have got me feeling fine
The base lines are filling up my mind
Are shooting up my spine, wa-a-wa-ow, ow!!!

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