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Now everybody, have you heard, if you're in the game
Then the stroke's the word
Don't take no rhythm,
Don't take no style
Gotta thirst for killin',
Grab your vial and
Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide
Keep your contributions by your side and
[Chorus]
Stroke me, stroke me
Could be a winner boy you move mighty well
Stroke me, stroke me, stroke me, stroke me
You got your number down, stroke me, stroke me
Say you're a winner but babe, you're just a sinner now
Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and
[Chorus]
Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and
Stroke, stroke stroke stroke
Better listen now, said it ain't no joke
Don't let your conscience fail ya' just do the stroke
Don't ya' take no chances, keep your eye on top
Do your fancy dances, you can't stop you just
Stroke me, stroke me
Then the stroke's the word
Don't take no rhythm,
Don't take no style
Gotta thirst for killin',
Grab your vial and
Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide
Keep your contributions by your side and
[Chorus]
Stroke me, stroke me
Could be a winner boy you move mighty well
Stroke me, stroke me, stroke me, stroke me
You got your number down, stroke me, stroke me
Say you're a winner but babe, you're just a sinner now
Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and
[Chorus]
Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and
Stroke, stroke stroke stroke
Better listen now, said it ain't no joke
Don't let your conscience fail ya' just do the stroke
Don't ya' take no chances, keep your eye on top
Do your fancy dances, you can't stop you just
Stroke me, stroke me
Lyrics submitted by Eli
Track duration: 03:38
"The Stroke" as written by Claydes Smith, James Taylor, Curtis Fitzgerald Williams, Ronald Bell, Robert Bell, George Brown, James L. Bonnefond, Clifford Alanza Adams
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., SPIRIT TWO MUSIC OBO SONGS OF THE KNIGHT
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Don't take no rhythm, Don't take no style
Gotta thirst for killin', Grab your vial and
Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake
Talk to me about that one big break
Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide
Keep your contributions by your side and
Chorus
Stroke me, stroke me
Could be a winner boy you move mighty well
Stroke me, stroke me, stroke me, stroke me
You got your number down, stroke me, stroke me
Say you're a winner but babe, you're just a sinner now
its like how you meet someone who says theyre gonna help you out ("could be a winner boy you move mighty well) but then the second and third verse is all about getting dropped out after a ton of work. And the first two lines is Billy kind of saying be aware of the guys who are gonna "stroke" you.
Yeah!
this song has nothing to do with sex whatsoever:
1) Could be a winner boy, you move mighty well!
2) Say you're a winner babe, you're just a sinner now!
3) Don't let your conscious fail yuh, just do the stroke!
p.s.
Stroke is the word! And Grease is the word too!
Now everybody, have you heard, if you're in the game (game is the music industry)
Then the stroke's the word (playing the game)
Don't take no rhythm, Don't take no style
Gotta thirst for killin', Grab your vial and (vial is for blood contract signing)
Put your right hand out, give a firm handshake (meeting/agreement/soul-selling)
Talk to me about that one big break (eager to do what they want)
Spread your ear pollution, both far and wide (this is what they want)
Keep your contributions by your side and (keep your own works to yourself, we own you now, here's the plan/agenda)
Chorus
Stroke me, stroke me
Could be a winner boy you move mighty well (checking him out to perform)
Stroke me, stroke me, stroke me, stroke me (doing good boy, keep going...)
You got your number down, stroke me, stroke me (we'll contact you soon)
Say you're a winner but babe, you're just a sinner now (selling your soul)
Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face (they are always in your face, perhaps?)
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide (I think it's "bed" not bet)
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and (they got him, blood, he's owned)
Chorus
Put your left foot out, keep it all in place
Work your way right into my face
First you try to bet me, you make my backbone slide
When you find you've bled me, slip on by, and
Stroke, stroke stroke stroke
Better listen now, said it ain't no joke (warning to other's, not kidding around)
Don't let your conscience fail ya' just do the stroke (go along with it or die)
Don't ya' take no chances, keep your eye on top (protect yourself, you're in the game now)
Do your fancy dances, you can't stop you just ... (keep performing like a "lead role in a cage" from Floyd's Wish You Were Here)
Stroke me, stroke me
Like I said...you can do this with any any artist or band. I just used Pink Floyd because they are so universally well known.
It's all the Grand Illusion (STYX) for the audience. For them, it's a living hell after awhile...that seems to be the consistent tone of the music industry.