Fatboy Slim - Song For Shelter (Pete Heller Extended) Lyrics
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeperinto this thingthe deeper I gothe more knowledge I knowwhat to singwhat to bringwha?I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeperinto the rhymewha? why?Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myselfcheckin it out im not dancin' no more butwhy? why? why? wha?How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake onesthe one, the ones that saythey know what is what but they don't know what is whatthey just strutwhat the *****?wha?I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeperinto this thingand I pretend that they're not thereI just stareup in the booth at the dread man spinnin the songspinnin it strongplaying things likewe cannot house we canthats my shitwhat?whoooooo!I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeperwhen people start to disappearand it's about six o'clockwhoo I'm feelin' hottake off my sweater and my pantsand I start to danceand all the sweat just goes down my faceand I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this placeI get deep, oh i get deep, what?whoo!I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deephe takes all the bass out of the songand all you hear is highs and it's likeoh, shit!ahhI get deeperI get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deepand the rythym flows through my blood like alcoholand I get drunk and I oh all over the placeAnd I catch myselfright on timeright on linewith the beatand its so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweetI get deeperI get deeperI get deeperWha? the house music was aleand Doctor love would be my songAnd I would only take deep breathsand fill my lungs with the rythym or the bassI get deeperheh, haNow it's about three and I see people goin'spinnin' jumpin' and grindin'as if they had wings on their feetraising both hands in the air as if Jesus was the DJ himselfspinnin those funky funky funky house beatsAnd in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thingwith matic pause without causebass from those high definition speakerssitting in the corner on each side of the roomgivin' us the boom boom boomto our zoom zoom zoomthe smell of a L lit while walking bybut the music gets me highsaint defy like and old lady in churchwe get happywe stomp our feetwe clap our handswe shoutwe crywe danceand we saysweet lord, speak to mespeak to me, speak to me, speak to mebecause we love house musicand on this planet it brings us togetherlike a family reunion every weekwe eatwe drinkwe laughwe playand we skateso for all you hip hoppersyou do woppersname droppersyou bill bopperscome into our houseto get deepwhat?check itThese guys just keep it rollin'You gotta just keep it rollin'(x19)Sunday, Monday morning (its backwards)Out under the big bright yellow sun (x40
