Letra de ' File 2 The Metal ' de Mad Happy

Nail on the record make the beat sound raw
Needle was wore out, had to replace it
Face it, tape up the 'lectric wires
So as not to cause underground club fires
Up in the loft known as the space station
From where we launch the sound vibration
Freaks emerge from a strait-laced nation
Professional expression of self
Now, how many styles can the DJ drop?
Rock, punk, funk, electro, pop

Bounce
All bounce to the echoing sounds
Bounce to the echoing sounds
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce to the echoing sounds
Bounce to the echoing sounds
Parties like this are hard to find
The rules have never been defined
Chaotic styles are all combined

First thing that we do is decide we're gonna throw
A party with a flow to make ya body swing
No need to act rude
Bring a proper attitude
It's not a fuckin' contest, dude
Back in grammar school we used to have to politic
Who was cool with who, and who was on who's side
Think quick, adrenalin overdrive, burned, beat, tired

Runnin' from school yard battle cries
Untie me from this situation
I got to get out before I get numb
Then having gained independence from
Jive over-dramatized circumstance
Hook up the cable, rock the turntable
Willing and able to blow my (all the time) mind

Invisible chameleon in the DJ booth
Fillin' the dance floor with boomin-thumpin-bumpin'
Proof that rhythm survives for us at all cost
This is not the land of the lost
Parties like this, all bounce

Is it complicated to you
If we continue to include
All music styles in the party menu?
If it's complicted to you
We will continue to include
Instruction books in the party menu
File to the metal, bust us out of our cages

What? Accuse us of being outrageous?
We may just go through phases
Ain't nothin' wrong with tryin' on faces
We can go forth courageously
Experimental sound and philosophy
Identifying as the human family
Constructing culture from an ultra-wide range
Sonic boundaries conquered daily
The rules can (and they always will) change
Parties like this, parties like this