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I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar Inside then the guys were fooling in 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 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