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{Rhythm is the song's maniacal and it's demonic charge
It is the breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be the singer?
do you think you can still draw from my lips?}

{Exact presence no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old
Alive with the blood that again
And is pulsing where the rhythm is apart}

{How your singer's is incensed at the depth of sound
Lacerations echo in the mouth's open sky where dance together
The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring
Ladies and gentlemen Miss Grace Jones, Jones the

Slave,

Slave to the rhythm, to the rhythm
Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production
The fire burns with heart strong
Sing out 'The Chain Gang' song

Never stop the
it up, keep it up
Never stop the
it up, keep it up

Slave to the
Dance to the
The rhythm master, stop

Never stop the
it up
Never the action
Keep it up, it up

to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
Dance to the rhythm, live to the
to the rhythm

Dance to the rhythm, to the rhythm
to the rhythm, work to the rhythm
To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm

To the
To the
To the

{Grace, Oh that's