I made the Spike Bar 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 playing 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 like a hurricane, it ravaged and it 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 hate my life, I am an actor
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
Thanks, Dru! Queerics has been pondering the existence of gay Judas Priest songs for a long time.
Okay, I don't actually expect you guys to have a serious desire to listen to Judas Priest. I know I'm dealing with a gentle indie rock kind of crowd, but the fact that there's a famous heavy metal band fronted by a gay man is basically awesome.