Vocals: Mick Jagger
Electric guitars: Mick Jagger, Jim Barber, Keith Richards & Ron Wood
Drums: Charlie Watts & Sly Dunbar
Bass: Bill Wyman
Horns: Chops (The Sugarhill Horn Section)
Percussion: Sly Dunbar, Martin Ditcham, Brahms Coundoul & Moustapha  Cisse
 
 

I want to dance, I want to sing
I want to bust up everything, make some love

I can feel it in the air (everywhere), feel it up above
Feel the tension everywhere (in the air), there's too much blood

Too much blood, well all right

Everything you see on the movie screen is changed
Everything is (...)
A friend of mine was this Japanese, he had a girlfriend in Paris
He asked to date her for 6 months and then, 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, 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 there every day

Too much
Yeah, too much blood

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 man, every time I drive through the crossroads I get scared, there's a bloke
    running round with a fucking chain saw"

Oh no, he's going to cut off...
Oh 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 can take the wife to, you know what I mean?

Too much...

Pretty lady, don't be scared
Good to see you, (...) what you love

Too much, too much blood
 
 

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