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 What I get deep
What the fuck? They know what is what But they don't know what is what They just strut, what the fuck? They know what is what But they don't know what
Drop the hate
They say, "She had a heart attack" I think the preacher's coming back And I am fried 'cause all my love's electrifying And I'm comfy like a cesspool,
Illuminati A secret society do exists Illuminati-ti-ti Illuminati A secret society do exists Illuminati-ti-ti
Bird of prey, bird of prey Flying high, flying high Bird of prey, bird of prey In the summer sky, flying high Bird of prey, bird of prey Flying high
Traduzione: Fatboy Slim. Illuminati.
