Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Song for Shelter, artist - Fatboy Slim.
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Song language: English
Song for Shelter |
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper |
Into this thing |
The deeper I go |
The more knowledge I know |
What to sing |
What to bring |
Wha… |
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper |
Into the rhythm |
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself |
Checkin it out I’m not dancin' no more but |
Why? |
why? |
why? |
wha… |
How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones |
The one, the ones that say |
They know what is what but they don’t know what is what |
They just strut |
What the fuck? |
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper |
Into this thing |
And I pretend that they’re not there |
I just stare |
Up in the booth at the dread man spinnin the song |
Spinnin it strong |
Playing things like |
We cannot house we can |
That’s my shit |
What? |
Whoooooo! |
I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper |
When people start to disappear |
And it’s about six o’clock |
Whoo I’m feelin' hot |
Take off my sweater and my pants |
And I start to dance |
And all the sweat just goes down my face |
And I pretend that there’s nobody there but me in this place |
I get deep, yo i get deep |
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep |
He takes all the bass out of the song |
And all you hear is highs and its like |
Oh, shit! |
Ahh |
I get deeper |
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep |
And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol |
And I get drunk and I’m fallin all over the place |
And I catch myself |
Right on time |
Right on line |
With the beat |
And its so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet |
I get deeper |
I get deeper |
I get deeper |
Well if house music was air |
And Doctor love would be my song |
And I would only take deep breaths |
And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass |
I get deep |
I get deep |
Now it’s about three A and I see people doin' fleeays' |
Spinnin' jumpin' and grindin' |
As if they had wings on their feet |
Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was a DJ himself |
Spinnin those funky funky funky house beats |
And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing |
Rythmatic pause without cause |
Bass from those high definition speakers |
Sitting in the corner on each side of the room |
Givin' us the boom boom boom |
To our zoom zoom zoom |
The smell of a L lit while walking by |
But the music gets me high |
Sanctified like and old lady in church |
We get happy |
We stomp our feet |
We clap our hands |
We shout |
We cry |
We dance |
And we say |
Sweet Lord, speak to me |
Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me |
Because we love house music |
And on this night it brings us together |
Like a family reunion every week |
We eat |
We drink |
We laugh |
We play |
We stink |
So for all you hip hoppers |
You do woppers |
Name droppers |
You pill poppers |
Come into our house |
To get deep |
Wha |
To get deep |
You guys just keep it rollin' |
You gotta just keep it rollin' |
Sunday, Monday morning (its backwards) |
Out under the big bright yellow sun |