Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

The bullets in the gun It's that cold place in your soul And the fire in her eyes Like wild horses when they run Now the cards are on the table and Never see it comin' It just hits you by surprise Makes you come together They used to call me lightening