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flight distance – steel wool from electric sheep lyrics

[chorus: -sample-]
“br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle”

[verse 1: patience]
i was torn from the black hole, and left my fingernails on the outer rim
and it means ever since i mistrust and doubt- doubt within
with powdered lips he blew a kiss with a sour taste
a power trip [?] and a powder base
see nowadays i watch over my shoulder less
no regrets when you operate within this code of ethics
and this is different from ours living indoors
got ’em locked now, possessions pinned to the floor
the stress is giving in more, driven the nail
this is finished and i’m pinning the tail
no -ss-backwards blindsided games the system has failed
no instant of instant instinct and limits [?]
i’m talking ’bout some big motherf-cking golf ball car dents
i’m swelling a m-ss rebellion on some knock wood hardheads
art of war, carpe diem, dinosaur thinkers
silent raw echoes through the artist wh0r-‘s drinkers
it’s down the gullet with my friends
dreary dismal grill looking sullen in my threads
a babylon soaked in cattle prod poking
feeling hopeless as i’m asimov quoting- asimov quoting
and i know you can break it down
but i’ll drill deeper into the earth and hardly make a sound
and you can hate me now
make attempts to impress i’ve seen it all and hardly raised a brow

[verse 2: bender]
you want that fire i’m ya’ top supplier
bottom line i got these bombs for hire
postmodern bobby oppenheimer watch, i’m ’bout to cross a wire
learned enough [?] from stanley kubrick
i got a sun god complex and you can’t hold a candle to it
i’m chopping out ya’ order paid to hydro
a nice patch of venus flytrap spliced with white rhino
with a sick kinda spit-fire pit viper rap
iron bar 16s, these kids fire back
somebody tell ’em though, i ain’t well go to h-ll leave me ‘lone
‘less you brought a paper bag from the lcbo
control these jostle awful, you fly for liberace
i’m getting sloppy, liver blotchy from the bottle
i need to rethink the pre-drink
i start the evening at three kings and wake up in the precinct
a pea-brain with a background in chemicals
go and ask the bar staff, my blackouts are memorable
but listen, i don’t know just what to tell you boys
the camp is vicious, that’s on the real like celluloid
so take cover if you live in my city
’cause i’m coming back to earth and i’ma bring the sky with me

[chorus: bender & -sample-]
br-ss knuckle, “bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle”
you got to roll with the “br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle
br-ss knuckle, bra-br-ss br-ss knuckle”

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