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Lyrics for 'Bent' by 'Saafir'
I've Been Down This Corridor -
Before You Enter You Have To Bring
Back The Creator Of Winter Damn,
Too Late I'm Spoiled, I Need The Napalm
I Got It, I Shot It In My Left Sector,
Blew Up The Timing Device On The Reactor.
Time Shifted I Had To Remold The Floor
The Foundation For Creation - Mate's Blend
The Pleasure Dome Into Another Roam -
A Walk Stalked Nightly By The Ogre
That's Rarely Sober. But There's No Tracin
I See The Place In The Flow. I'm Beyond Dawn,
No I'm Not In The Lawn Under Pawns -
Don't Rest, Never Possessed Stagnate Magnets.
I Never Pulled Slits Lips Wit No Braille Skilled Eyes -
Balls Through Eyesockets. I'm Currently Current
Currents Of Electricity; They Can't Get Wit Me
Invisible To The Retina Half - Way Reality Part Limbo.
A Nervous Laugh While Ya Climbin Through Windows,
Never Spin Ho's On Merry-go-rounds,
Be The Ground Level For Ghouls, Schools Of Fish,
Victims On A Hit List Me Like Geronimo On A Pratt -
Tackle Patt Tacklin Patterns Addin In Seasonings, Flavor.
No False Teeth For Beef, Catapulting Fingers To Light
Switches So You Can See The Real, I Feel The Tension
My Sight Twitches - I'm Bent.
Second Scene: I'm The Star In A Step Show
Around Corners, The Coroner's Office;
Where My Rep Grows. I'm On Some Sort Of Drug
Like The President, It's Evident That I'm Noid,
A Little Bit Of Pizza - The Riddle Gets Deeper.
I'm Lookin For Outs N Ins, Stolen Isotonas,
The Gloves, The Bout Begins Three Jabs On A Transport
It's A Sport For Me To Take Another Life On Landing,
Branding Wit A Prattle Prod Designed By God.
It's My Job To Resign Frauds,
The Odd Is Against You Got A Degree In Me,
So I Know That I Flow, Credentials Are Essential -
It's Blasphemy The Type Of Shit They Be Askin Me.
I Don't Feel The Vibe, Abstract Art The Veal
Doesn't Heal This Deprived Stomach From A Plummet.
Swinging On A Duet With The Bullet.
I Never Pull Out For Suspense - I'm On A Bent Mission.
Jack Cousteau Couldn't Take It No Deeper -
I'm A Resident In Davey Jones Micro-locker
Holds The Phone, Foamin At The Mouth:
Mad Dog, A Taste, Never Had Hog I'm Droppin
The Scrooge, Makin Fools Hit The Log - Axe It.
I Seen It Beneath Where The Cowards Hope
Trembled Sleeper See If You Can Find The Lost
Treasure Through Measures In Bars - I'm Bent.
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