Raw Deal |
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Raw Deal Lyrics |
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 I made the Spike Bar nine o`clock on a SaturdayAll eyes hit me as I walked into the door Them steel and leather guys were fooling with the demin dudes A couple cops playin rough stuff, New York, fire island I cased the joint, straining at the seams I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin` I slapped 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 such contact Then the big boys, saw me and knew that I`d had too much, floating around Statues alive, seconds are hours Sex like a hurricane, it ravaged and it 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 hate my life, I am an actor 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... Yeah! |
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