Call For The Priest

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 goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw 

Deal