Judas Priest – Rae Deal

I made a spike about nine oclock on a saturday

All eyes hit me as I walked into the door

Then ? ? ? and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes

A couple cards played rough stuff, new york, fire island

I cased the joint, straining at the scenes

I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin

I snapped 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 some contact

Then the big boys, saw me and knew that

Id had too much, floating around

Statues alive, seconds are hours

Sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and 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 gave my life, I am immortal

Im going, no loss

Im going, no loss

Im going, no loss

Im going, no loss

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

Deal