The Sound - The Rapture

Gimme the sound and I’ll make sure you’re a hit son

Gimme the sound of the young men plaguing the day

A come oooooooon… ow

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Oh-oh-oh

I can relate--did I tell you I was a DJ?

I used to follow the Mondays back in the day

Tell me, have you ever thought about writing in Scotland?

I know a big time producer-man out in LA

You’ve been to college, you know the score

The world is waiting for that knock at the door

You need a ticket?

You need a ride?

Give us a marvel, you’ll have two on the side

Three car commercial, 4 on the floor…

Just go through last year’s trash and give us some more

Things didn’t work out the last time around, but just give us a moment and

gimme the sound

A come oooooooon… ow

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Oh-oh-oh

This one’s to measured, the one’s too lite

Too esoteric for a Saturday nite

Maybe a cover?

(Tiga you whore)

Maybe we get Paul Epworth runnin' the board?

It’s just those tan brown creepers man how they lie

It’s just those tan brown creepers trying to get inside, uh huh

Come on and give it to me--all the things you want to

Come on and give it to me--all the things you can

Come on and give it to me--I know you want to

Come on and give it to me--all the things you can

Come on and give it to me--all the things you want to

Come on and give it to me… all of the things you can

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha woo!