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, (!!!
repeat)** (
repeat)* (
repeat)**