Slav to the Rhythm Songtext
von Luke Buda

My favourite television show I wanna see you on it
Moving all your skin and bones ′til you look robotic, bionic
But you got up in a spin again
Scratching at your pretty skin
And drinking all your mother's gin ′til you vomit

And it makes me blind (blind...)
And it makes me blind (blind...)

I see you on the tv show and I know you want it
Cause there' nothing in the way you move that looks ironic


Don't blow up
Don′t grow up
Don′t throw up
Just keep it up

But you're losing all your friends again
Blowing all your chances that
No one can remember when it was you they wanted

It makes me blind (blind...)
It really makes me blind (blind...)

I see you on the TV show and I know you want it
Cause there′ nothing in the way you move that looks ironic

Don't blow up
Don′t grow up
Don't throw up
Just keep it up