Discothèque (Howie B, Hairy B mix)

Heaven, heaven, you want heaven
Heaven in your heart
Heaven, heaven, you want heaven
Heaven in your heart
Heaven in your heart
Heaven, heaven, you want heaven
The sun, the moon, and the stars
Heaven, heaven, heaven

Slave to the wet nurse
Ever give her hers
Slave to the creature
The great teacher
Slave to the noun
Slave to the sound
Slave to bones
And baby bone bottom
Slave to time
Slave to dime
Slave to chocolate
Slave to necropalypse
Slave to talking
Slave to bow
Slave to the woman
And I make it don’t go
Slave to religion
Slave to recession
Slave to get out or go fishing
Slave to the rubber
Slave to the wax
Slave to the Polish and the Polacks
Slave to heather
I’ll slave to honey
Slave to the things you can’t buy with money
Slave to truth
Slave to tooth
Slave to the ground on your sweet youth
Slave to momentum
Woman, I’m a big dog
Eat your dinner
Like it on a Mentos
Slave to sugar
Slave to sweetness
Slave to incompleteness
Slave to the suck and flow of the tide
Slave to the mouth open wide
Slave to coke
I slave to cola
Slave to the heavy bird, Ricola
Slave to religion
I’ll slave to Rome
Slave to the daughter returning home
Slave to Friday through to Sunday
Slave to swallow all on a Monday
Slave to the back
To welcome in the bones
Slave to the whispers
And moans
Slave to the rhythm
I’m losing control
Slave to wanting
Wanting it all

Big, big black
Big, big black hole
Big, big black hole
Big, big black hole
Big, a big black hole
Big black, hey
Big black
Big black
Big black hole
God, big black hole
Big black hole hell
Big hole
Big black
Big black hole
Big

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