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Judas Priest

I made a spike about nine o’clock on a Saturday
All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar
And seeing other guys were fooling 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 corner 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 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 crying bawdy 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