I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything To make some love I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And make some love
I can feel it in the air Feel it up above Feel the tension everywhere There is too much blood Too much blood, well alright
Everything you see On the movie screen is tame Everything's gonna be arranged
A friend of mine was this Japanese Who had a girlfriend in Paris He, he had to date her for six months And eventually she said yes
You know, he took her to his apartment Cut off her head, put the rest of her body In the refrigerator, ate her piece by piece Put her in the refrigerator, put her in the freezer
And when he ate her he took her bones To the Bois de Boulogne By chance, a taxi driver noticed him Burying the bones, you don't believe me? Truth is stranger than fiction We drive through there everyday
I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything Be number one, yeah! I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And have some fun
I can feel it everywhere Feel it up above Feel the tension in the air There is too much blood, too much blood Too much, yeah, too much blood, a'right
Did you ever see 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre'? Horrible, wasn't it? You know people ask me, "Is it really true You know where you live in Texas Is that really true what they do around there, people?"
I say, "Hey, now everytime I drive through the crossroads I get scared there's a bloke running around With a fuckin' chain saw Oh, no, he's gotta cut off me Oh no no! Don't saw off me leg, don't saw off me arm"
When I go to the movies, you know I'd like to see something more romantic You know like, 'An Officer And A Gentleman' Or something, something you excite the wife too You know what I mean?
I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And have some fun I wanna dance, I wanna sing I wanna bust up everything And make some love
I can feel it everywhere, feel it up above Feel the tension in the air There is too much blood Too much blood, alright!
Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared Pretty ladies, don't be scared, yeah
Pretty ladies, don't despair Pretty ladies, don't despair There's still so much love
Yeah, too much, too much, yeah Too much blood, too much blood Too much, too much blood Too much blood, too much blood Too much blood, too much blood
Writer/s: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Sim from Cleveland RocksBill Wyman one of the most underrated bass players in the history of music. Killer bass on this song.
David from Sussex, NjAnother excellent book where Issei Saawa's crime is told is in John Dunning's Madly Murderous under the title "Linguistic Misunderstanding"
Matt from Boston, MaThe worst part of this is that he is now free and considered a sort of quasi-celebrity in Japan. He has given interviews where he tells what happened.
"Truth is stranger than fiction."
Craig from Melbourne, AustraliaA great, fun song. Hilarious "rapping" by Jagger. The video for it is brilliant. No one can match this band.
Eden from Bismarck, NdAlso, Issei did not bury the bones, he put them in a suitcase (If I remember right he also had parts of her body in there as well) and was going to through it in the river but realized a couple was watching him, scared he quickly hid it under a bush. Not surprisingly the couple contacted authorities.
Stefano from Old Bridge, NjIssei Sagawa's victim was NOT his girlfriend; she was a fellow college student in Paris of Dutch origin with whom he became acquainted. He was attracted to her purely based on his cannibalistic sexual fetish, but he later found out that she had had some romantic feelings for him, which contributed to his deep retrospective regret over his crime. An excellent account of Sagawa's experiences can be found in an essay by popular counterculture British psychologist/author Colin Wilson, entitled "The Strange Crime of Issei Sagawa", printed in the excellent book Apocalypse Culture II, edited by Adam Parfrey (Feral House, 2000).