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• Artiste: Beau
• Titre: Kidnapped
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As a little boy, suffered rapacious spells My raptor infested dreams, in time would tell Let’s flash forward fifteen surrealistic years Awoke gagged and bound and I found I was snagged and here “Where the hell am I?” I screamed Clamped my eyes shut ~ fear of faces that have been seen I feel I’m choking and I can’t breathe Must be this dopey feeling, I believe… Open my eyes, I’m coming down Must be an after hour dancing spree Then I foggily recount my surroundings Oh my God! I’m in a laboratory A man of mad science variety is peering at me He says: “You’ll feel no pain, so much anesthesia speeding through your veins It will take a little time and then your organs are mine And on the leftovers I’ll dine” I’m not ready to die! I guess I’ve got nothing to lose An image of my steel toe boots Fight or Flight? Both I choose I kicked him in the eye And like a butterfly I flew and flew…. I don’t think he can see me I don’t think he can see me In the dark country By starlight I am free In the dark country Divinely, I am free But where the hell am I? I’ve got to get home I’ve got to get home I’ve got to get home I’ve got to get home Copyright 2002 Beau Phillips