I made the Spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar The spikey leather guys were foolin with the denim 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 snarled "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 there he was, saw me and knew that
I'd had too much, foolin' around Statues alive, seconds are hours
Sex is like a hurricane it grabs and then it shatters I was barely holding on to this fine body symphony I guess I dream in pictures, not colors The true free expression I demand is human rights - right?
I came the light, 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 goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw Deal