Bruce Woolley - Slave To The Rhythm lyrics

Grace Jones: "I have a grandfather on my father's side. He's 95 years old. His great grandfather came from Nigeria, from the Igbo tribe. I don't look like my mother and I don't look like my father. I look exactly like my grandfather. I act like him." Paul Morley: "Do you act all the time?" Grace Jones: "Not all the time. No." You Work all day and men who know The wheels must turn to keep the flow Oh, oh, oh Build on up, don't break the chain Sparks will fly when the whistle blows Oh, oh Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm Oh, oh Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm Work to the rhythm! Mm-hm Build on up, don't break the chain Sparks will fly when the whistle blows Fire burns, hearts beat strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Oh, oh Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm Oh, oh Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, slave to the rhythm Oh, oh Oh, oh, slave to the rhythm Never stop the action Oh, never stop the action Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Aaaaaooowww! [Humming] Slave to the rhythm! Keep it up, keep it up! Never stop! Never stop! Keep it up! Work to the rhythm! Slave to the rhythm! A-ha Live to the rhythm! Love to the rhythm! A-ha