Let Babylon Burn - Static select

Bassline creeping through the crack in the door.
Every crackle a spirit that divine or keep,
Rhythm so heavy that it rock you to sleep.
Turn it up slow,
Let the low end swell; it's a static select and it treats you well.
Sing it soft if you feel the sound,
Let the Wall Street echo around.
Static select, roll it slow, let it go.
Static select, hold it near,
We all hear old warm crackle in the evening air.
Static select, everybody share.