coming together

deranged acid freeks and champagne toasters,
weak little girls who have decaprio posters,
stoned politicians and high holy-rollers,
crooked crack dealers and queer league bowlers,
stressed out golfers and their lush housewives,
those who maintain and those who destroy lives,
tree-huggin' nymphos and the clinically insane,
those who hate laughter and those who like pain,
men with guns and women with cuffs,
the air gets thinner as everyone puffs,
spaced cult leaders and sexy young virgins,
traumatized parents and blind plastic surgeons,
all listen..
as i'm quite sure you have...
while slow and swift like an artist's brush,
massaging the rhythm toward trembling rush,
a pick carves delicately across wood and wire,
with electric adrenaline and symphonic fire,
while waves of percussion merge hard and loud,
and the speed-fed rhythm ripples the croud
of swaying heads and muffled roars,
whose sweat falls and smoke soars.
as blood is shed and bodies are tossed,
dreams of perfect teeth are lost.
but liquor never dries and song never ceases
as long as the sheriff is soon moshed to pieces.