I didn't just pull into town. This happened right before my eyes. There's something missing in the sound, That so used to satisfy. It may rock, it may roll, but tell me Whatever happened to your soul?
It's just a murky, jerky groove. It motivates but it don't move And all the pimps and funky divas Crank out their empty testifying They mixed it all in a bowl but then they Forgot to add a pinch of soul
Tell me, whatever happened to soul, brother? Tell me, what did they do with the soul, soul brother? Tell me, where did they go with the soul, brother? Can I get a witness?
We're only here to entertain And just pretend to be in pain And if you wanna see me get down Just watch me wave my hands around It's just a distraction I'm told, I use it To hide my total lack of soul
Can't find a little a bit of soul Cause it's so hip to be a ho And all the brothers act like crooks And all the kids in the suburbs write the radio hooks
And if you want to be a star Just grab your crotch and squeeze it hard And make your mom and daddy proud As you dry hump for the crowd It may be tired and old, but then it's Your only substitute for soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
