Can someone please help to complete the lyrics? ?? = missing ¿...? = unclear As we hit the club we smell it first. The air as think as ?? with cigarettes and 300 people in the suit of sound and sweat. Dancing wildly, ??, approaching, leaping with precisely timed movements. This world of ¿meaning? bodies. This ¿rancid? exorcism in the twilight. This crescendo of movements. Cocoons of dreams are at it's essence, it's root. ?? unravelled in sticky ¿threads?. Cause these aren't the daughters and sons of suburbia. We can't afford psychologists and holidays. We move or we die. We move or we die. This is our recovery. We be threadpatching, heartpounding and breaking, spinning and hurtling throught dark corners, open ??. We become part of another world. Weary and anxious we ¿taped? to the dancefloor with the frustration of ??. Fuck Pepsi! We be the Carhartt Nike new school generation with the beat intoxicating as the ?? pulsing through our veins. We're never alone in ?? that dance. We move or die. We move or we die, as the DJ flicks through the crates of old records like vintage wine. RUN DMC 1983 - it was a very good year and we break loose with savage power. Dancers ¿have? the ¿right? ¿away? as we ¿peel? back back the subsonics with mystical ¿recall/report?. Like infants ¿amidst? the wonder of sound, we're elegant dancers in the realm of illusion. ¿Where? poverty ¿fails? to crush our source as clenched fists punch the air in a comradery of beauty between the beats. The drum remained our voice 'till the large ??. Then we swarm the sweat streets under the morning ?? tint. Our heads ¿full? of ?? against the sun and the ?? ¿tour? of life. Against the sun and the ?? ¿tour? of life."
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Great track ... I loved the Sandals too
aaah, haven't heard this in a while. brilliant!
Can someone please help to complete the lyrics?
?? = missing
¿...? = unclear
As we hit the club we smell it first.
The air as think as ?? with cigarettes and 300 people in the suit of sound and sweat.
Dancing wildly, ??, approaching, leaping with precisely timed movements.
This world of ¿meaning? bodies.
This ¿rancid? exorcism in the twilight.
This crescendo of movements.
Cocoons of dreams are at it's essence, it's root.
?? unravelled in sticky ¿threads?.
Cause these aren't the daughters and sons of suburbia.
We can't afford psychologists and holidays.
We move or we die.
We move or we die.
This is our recovery.
We be threadpatching, heartpounding and breaking, spinning and hurtling throught dark corners, open ??.
We become part of another world.
Weary and anxious we ¿taped? to the dancefloor with the frustration of ??.
Fuck Pepsi!
We be the Carhartt Nike new school generation with the beat intoxicating as the ?? pulsing through our veins.
We're never alone in ?? that dance.
We move or die.
We move or we die, as the DJ flicks through the crates of old records like vintage wine.
RUN DMC 1983 - it was a very good year and we break loose with savage power.
Dancers ¿have? the ¿right? ¿away? as we ¿peel? back back the subsonics with mystical ¿recall/report?.
Like infants ¿amidst? the wonder of sound, we're elegant dancers in the realm of illusion.
¿Where? poverty ¿fails? to crush our source as clenched fists punch the air in a comradery of beauty between the beats.
The drum remained our voice 'till the large ??.
Then we swarm the sweat streets under the morning ?? tint.
Our heads ¿full? of ?? against the sun and the ?? ¿tour? of life.
Against the sun and the ?? ¿tour? of life."