-court of star chamber-
        
	  get myself down
        wear the girls dress
        and be like the rest...
        i don't have to
        kill for thrills
        oh god and devils lock
        and smelling salts galore...
        can you be?
        just like her
        swirls and gerry curls
        make her twirl
        and be happy-sad
        gay and a fad...
        superman with a tan
        and the worst case of life just yet
        sports car leisure time
        and a receeding hair line
        i will remember
        dogs and cats
        and white-bread apostles
        smell of rats and semen...
        and pissant-chrysler
        just a little...