Junkies of the Rhythm Songtext
von Icicle

JUNKIES OF THE RHYTHM

Tic-toc, clic-clac... clock hands
Moving like a picture
Flip-flop, hip-hop, foxtrot...
Pepper to the mixture

Just shake it
Don′t fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

Don′t fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

Just like always you make
A very tall impression
And I glide like a kite
Never felt more alive

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We′re junkies of the rhythm


Don′t fake it
Just shake it
We're junkies of the rhythm

Flying bits of crass
And nasty information
You′re hot and fuming - so compelled
To say "correction", Your Honour

You see right through me
And you freeze me with obsession
And I glide like a kite
Never felt more alive

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We′re junkies of the rhythm
Don't fake it
Just shake it
We′re junkies of the rhythm

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We're junkies of the rhythm


Just shake it
Don′t fake it
We′re junkies of the rhythm

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We′re junkies of the rhythm

Just shake it
Don't fake it
We′re junkies of the rhythm

And I glide like a kite
Never felt more alive