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  • {Rhythm is both the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
    It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand
    What do you still want to be said the singer?
    What do you think you can still draw from my lips?}
    {Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
    Purveyor of the old secret
    Alive with the blood that boils again
    And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart}
    {How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound
    Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together
    The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility
    Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm}
    Slave, slave
    Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm
    Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line
    The fire burns with heart beats strong
    Sing out loud 'The Chain Gang' song
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up, keep it up
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up, keep it up
    Slave to the rhythm
    Dance to the rhythm
    The rhythm master, never stop
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up, keep it up
    Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
    Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
    Slave to the rhythm
    Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
    Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
    To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm
    Slave
    To the rhythm
    To the rhythm
    To the rhythm
    {Grace, Oh that's weird}
  • {Rhythm is both the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
    It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand
    What do you still want to be said the singer?
    What do you think you can still draw from my lips?}
    {Exact presence that no fantasy can represent
    Purveyor of the old secret
    Alive with the blood that boils again
    And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart}
    {How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound
    Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together
    The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility
    Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the Rhythm}
    Slave, slave
    Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm
    Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line
    The fire burns with heart beats strong
    Sing out loud 'The Chain Gang' song
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up, keep it up
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up, keep it up
    Slave to the rhythm
    Dance to the rhythm
    The rhythm master, never stop
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up
    Never stop the action
    Keep it up, keep it up
    Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
    Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
    Slave to the rhythm
    Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm
    Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
    To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm
    Slave
    To the rhythm
    To the rhythm
    To the rhythm
    {Grace, Oh that's weird}