Raw Deal

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