[Tipton/Halford]
I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday
All eyes hit me as I walked into the door
Then ???
and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes
A couple cards played rough stuff, New York, fire island
I cased the joint,
straining at the scenes
I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'
I snapped the smile off his face and scowled
"Give me a bourbon"
The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
All the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some
action
The scene screwed me up, I saw some contact
Then the big boys, saw me and knew that
I'd had too much, floating
around
Statues alive, seconds are hours
Sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered
I was barely holding on to this
flying body symphony
I guess I dream in pictures, not colors
The true free expression I demand is human rights - right
I gave
my life, I am immortal
I'm going, no loss
I'm going, no loss
I'm going, no loss
I'm going, no loss
Nightmare, just
a bunch of g*****n, rotten, steaming, raw
Deal