Bend Down Low - Chef’Special

I want to be the first to bite the apple, hurt the chapel, rewrite the bible,

let the earth tremble

Make you pay the price for my thirst

You’re fucking welcome

Drop by to paradise, let’s ramble

I wanna gamble with the devil till I’m so deep in his deck

Till there’s nothing that can save me

Got to pay them with my death

I’m a rebel, I’m spitting in your temple, I’m trouble

I don’t know humble, let’s make love, tumble

I’m rat in your city stepped on, I’ll bleed to death

I’m a rat busy looking for disease to spread

I’m illegally-minded, crying for tomorrow

Running with my eyes closed, try to follow

Bend down low, tell you what I know

None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow

Sell your soul, everything must go, half of it is money and the other half is

show

I wanna shave the head of random hippies

Make them pay for living large, while dancing naked in the sixties

Go down to Disney, raped Mickey, humiliated by a standing little mermaid with a

stick trying to hit me

She ain’t pretty, but either way, stay with me as I wave at Britney

Fuck, I’m way past Britney

Witness my decay as I’m trying to trade a kidney for a bunch of crappy vinyls,

'cuz I feel like playing Frisbee

I wanna raise the glass to every fuck-up in this town

Never face the past, goes around come around

Claim panic, I wanna pray for second chances

Fuck them up the same second after they’d been granted

Bend down low, tell you what I know

None of y’all gon make it if your conscience grow

Sell your soul, everything must go

Half of it is money and the other half is show

Bend down low, tell you what I know

None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow

Sell your soul, everything must go

Half of it is money and the other half is show

Step right up, step right up, cheap souls

Two for the price of one, that’s ice cold

Fresh from the body, while you rock your body

Man, these are the cheapest souls I’ve ever sold

Brand new, you can feel 'em, hold 'em

These are the types that always did what I told them

Hahaha, poor souls, what a shame, always played by the rules and they never won

a game

Today I’m practically giving them away

Tomorrow is another day, and it’s time for you to pay

Today I’m practically giving them away

I’ve got you in my pocket, save you for a rainy day

Bend down low, tell you what I know

None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow

Sell your soul, everything must go

Half of it is money and the other half is show

Bend down low, tell you what I know

None of y’all gon' make it if your conscience grow

Sell your soul, everything must go

Half of it is money and the other half is show