in the middle of the day in the deep night, through the thin walls at the stop, on the way In the attics, bathrooms and halls on the way to the stage, in a club right across Main street everywhere we hear that, hear that, hear that badass beat, boy
oooo, aaaa
we don’t care ‘bout your name don’t care ‘bout your fame don’t care ‘bout your cars your wives, your hopes, your inner scars don’t care ‘bout your kids don’t care ‘bout your bids hip hop, rock and pop just hold on till the sick beat stop Toxique girls
well, the beat is callin’ us in its hands we’re just frail toys it`s a scream, it`s a buzz and it`s shoutin’; let’s make some noise! on the way to the stage in a club right across Main street everywhere we hear that, hear that, hear that badass beat, boy
let’s make it real, so you wanna hang out we’ve got the night, so we gonna bang out can you hear that beat, my little sister all the guys in the club won’t miss her! natural disasters, slaves and masters we’re on the stage again like two casters all the chicks - blonde, redhead, brunettes we gonna move your ass to Třinec we hit the floor as you hit the kickdrum we hit the bar as you pour your next rum you wanna taste it, let’s go get some the beat goes on and on and on, yum-yum all the hands in the club keep rockin` all the drums on the stage keep knocking` Toxique girls, we keep on lockin` no rulez, no stops, no blockin`
we don’t care ‘bout your name don’t care ‘bout your fame don’t care ‘bout your cars your wives, your hopes, your inner scars don’t care ‘bout your kids don’t care ‘bout your bids hip hop, rock and pop just hold on till the sick beat stop
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