Call for the Priest / Raw Deal

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