In the begining at the boring time
Back in 1999
Tv cleaned up the diferences
Between punishmant and the cryme

On the planet Earth there was no more fun
No sex no drugs no rock'n'roll
All music was changed
To the fashion show


White man had British pop
And Black man had soul
But there was not a drop of a blood
'cose video killed rock'n'roll

And God said oh my God
Whats happen to the human being
What's happen to my lovely creature
They all become a cold machine
No more love no more power
Machine without gasoline
Wake up wake up wake up crowd
Wake up from your boring dream


There is a lighting there is a thunder
What's up with you I wonder
Lift your sholders stamp your feet
Produce the extra proteins
I am gonna hit you hit you hit you hit you
Hit you hit you hit you hit you hit you
Hit you with my rhythm stick

So

Let there be light
Let there be sound
Let there be the music devine
Cos it's unza unza time


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