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