TWISTING AND TURNING
I THOUGHT I HAD A FIGHT LAST NIGHT
NOW I KNOW THAT AINT RIGHT
BUT MAN, WHAT A FIGHT?
T W I S T I N G ANDT U R N I N G T W I S T I N G ANDT U R N I N G
T W I S T I N G ANDT U R N I N G
SWEAT FALLING OFF ME LIKE RAIN DROPS, ME A DREAM SAYME A WRESTLE
TO GET OUT OF THE VICE-LIKE GRIP OF A SNAKE…C O I L E D AROUND ME
CRUSHING ME, CRUSHING MY BONES FOR THE LAST JOURNEY HOME TO MY GRAVE IN THE
PYTHON'S BELLY..
TIGHTER TIGHTER
COCOONED IN ITS SALIVA TILL AM LIKE JELLY
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