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I made The Spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday

All eyes hit me as I walked into the door

Them steel and leather guys were fooling with the denim 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 was like a hurricane, it ravaged and it shattered

I was barely holding on to his 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

Love Knoweth No Law

Love Knoweth No Law

Love Knoweth No Law

Love Knoweth No Law

Nightmare, just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw deal