Addicted to Mud By: Bruce S. Woodcock (1991)

To the tune of Addicted to Love By: Robert Palmer (1985)



The net is up - so you're not home;
Your mind - is not your own.
Your client starts - your body wakes;
One more connect - is what it takes.
You can't sleep - you can't eat;
There's no doubt - you're in deep.
Your fingers ache - but you don't heed;
Another mud - is all you need.

Whoa... You like to think that you're immune to the stuff;
Oh yeah?
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it: You're addicted to mud.

You see the words - but you can't read;
Your modem's at - a different speed.
Your fingers type - in double time;
One more connect - and you'll feel fine!
A one track mind - you can't be saved;
Your mudding life - is all you crave.
And if there's room - on your machine,
You'll run your own - Mud Supreme!

Whoa... You like to think that you're immune to the stuff;
Oh yeah?
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it: You're addicted to mud.

My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.
My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.
My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.
My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.

My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.

(instrumental)

The net is up - so you're not home;
Your will - is not your own.
Your client starts - the load climbs;
Another mud - and you'll be mine!

Whoa... You like to think that you're immune to the stuff;
Oh yeah?
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough;
You know you're gonna have to face it: You're addicted to mud.

My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.
My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.
My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.
My ain't as well face it you're addicted to mud.

(repeat)

(fade)