I made the spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar The spikey leather guys were foolin' with the denim dudes A couple cards played 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 snapped the smile off his face and snarled 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 there he was, saw me and knew that
I'd had too much, foolin' around Statues alive, seconds are hours
Sex is like a hurricane it grabs and then it shatters I was barely holding on to this fine body symphony I guess I dream in pictures, not colors The true free expression I demand is human rights right?
I came the light, 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
Writer/s: GLENN RAYMOND TIPTON, ROB HALFORD
Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Dan Gillespy from Courtenay BcA very very good song with very super cool guitar leads and guitar riffs.
Anthony from Parsippany, NjGood job, Kev82, I agree. While this song is about gayness to the nth power, that never bothered me. This song is a killer and Rob is still one of the greatest singers in history.
Kevin from Frederick, MdI don't really care about any "Homosexual Incantations", this song is about attitude, period. At least this is the meaning for me...Halford rules always will, always has!!!!! -Kevin82