I got two pale hands up against the window pane,
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again.
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain,
There's nothing I can do to revert the gain.
I'm looking down to the street below, there's nothing in the way they move to show,
They too, know what I know, they too hunger for the beast below.
Listening to the radio, I feel so out of place,
There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase.
I know you can tell just by looking at my face, a word about my weakness,
I'm totally addicted to bass.
Woah-woah-oh. Totally addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
There's nothing I can do to be cool, I don't sleep til I've had my fuel,
It frustrates if I am deprived, a hunger that grates from deep inside.
I feel like I'm doing time, imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime,
In my mind, I must overcome the need to define, the solitary silence of a faceless crime.
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone,
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own.
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face,
They're picking up my problem, I'm totally addicted to bass.
woah-woah-oh. Totally addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
Your bassline is shooting up my spine, woah-woah-oh,
Your bassline has got me feeling fine, it's filling up my mind.
Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street,
People I see everywhere are tapping their feet.
Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong,
Everybody's groovin to their own song.
Down at the scene below, there's something in the way they move to show,
They too, know what I know, they too hunger for the beast below.
Rhythm's running over me to wash away my fears,
The backbeat of humanity, it sweetens my tears.
There's something that's connected us down throughout the years,
No need to feel so lonely, everyone's addicted to bass.
Woah-woah-oh. Everyone's addicted to bass. Woah-woah-oh.
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