Yeah, metal?
Slide it around tonight
Swing it to town to remember
Its better to drown
Than to let it
Keep bring you down
I know you got something to prove (move/good)?
Something happens all the time
I know that its always smooth
All good things in their good time
You used me
Just like a yoyo
Baby
Time a go so-lo
I know
A ready to blow
Cause tonight
I'm the fucking king of the disco
I know you got something good
Something always heals your ache (anger)
I know yours a real fine a looking
We are part of a rhythm nation
In your savage garden
Plead to beg your pardon
Wrap my arms around you
Take refuge in your soul
Right on
Sometimes I believe that I'm losing my head
I remember everything that you said
About your yellows
Your blues
Your greens
And your reds
Hey child
Know your killer in bed
I know you got something good (cooked)
Something always keeps your chin up
I know that its all real smooth
All real cute and
All real fucked up
In your savage garden
Plead to beg your pardon
Wrap my arms around you
Take refuge in your soul
Right on
In your savage garden
Finish what we started
Celebrate our bodies
We will learn to lose...
Control
(Lets talk about sex, god, time, what its gonna be...)
In your savage garden
Plead to beg your pardon
Wrap my arms around you
Take refuge in your soul
In your savage garden
Finish what we started
Celebrate our bodies
We will learn to lose...
...learn to lose
...control