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Feeling It
Your feeling it
Let it flow
Don’t think about it
Let it go
Keep it simple and true
Don’t complicate it
Or pick at scabs
Let the healing begin on the tip of my pen
I’m feeling it it feels so good
Like my soul has taken a shower
My armpit smells like basketball
But my iron is hot
Like a blacksmith
Pounding em out
Soul on metal feels real good
Every nerve dances and pulsates
Tingles down my legs
I can’t carry a tune
But I can create one
Sing it from the gut
Sounds pretty good
Want to be on the streaming
Sharing my twisted gospel
As satan and his choir
Try to rise above
And ruin my song
Let it flow
Don’t think about it
Let it go
Keep it simple and true
Don’t complicate it
Or pick at scabs
Let the healing begin on the tip of my pen
I’m feeling it it feels so good
Like my soul has taken a shower
My armpit smells like basketball
But my iron is hot
Like a blacksmith
Pounding em out
Soul on metal feels real good
Every nerve dances and pulsates
Tingles down my legs
I can’t carry a tune
But I can create one
Sing it from the gut
Sounds pretty good
Want to be on the streaming
Sharing my twisted gospel
As satan and his choir
Try to rise above
And ruin my song
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