Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Åge Sten Nilsen
Lead Vocals
Bernt Jansen
Bass
Trond Holter
Guitar
Øystein Andersen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trond Holter
Composer
Åge Sten Nilsen
Songwriter
Bernt Jansen
Arranger
Øystein Andersen
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trond Holter
Producer
Björn Engelmann
Mastering Engineer
Remo G. Munkeboe
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Get it on, get it on top, make a move extreme
Make a pose, it's a shortcut to your dreams
A float straight to the stars on that flying thing
Getting high, getting brave, getting snow blind
Game set to go! Pick a tune, chick harpoon in a world beyond
Get a beat, got a heat on a phony string
Tear your world apart, once the magic starts
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Say I do, say I will, and put your jet in gear
Anything to get you out of here
Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun
Pack it up, get ahead, I gotta leave this mess behind
Gotta cruise from the blues, got a life to find
What you need, there's to read on the dotted line
Kill your self-control, welcome to the show
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Poison to your mind
Devil in disguise
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
What's going up must come down
Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it?
Baby, I'm losing ground
Blind to what you'll soon become
The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you
Dancing with your blinkers on
Throw your dog the invisible bone
Writer(s): Aage Sten Nilsen, Trond Holter
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