The music was new

Black polished chrome


And came over the summer


Like liquid night.

The DJ's took pills to stay awake


And play for seven days


They went to the studio

And someone knew him


Someone knew the TV showman


He came to our homeroom party

And played records


And when he left in the hot noon sun


And walked to his car

We saw the chooks had written


F-U-C-K on his windshield


He wiped it off with a rag

And smiling cooly drove away


He's rich. Got a big car.



My gang will get you


Scenes of rape in the arroyo

Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings


Fights at the food stand


The dust

The shoes


Open shirts and raised collars


Bright sculptured hair.



Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...

I show you good time.


This place has everything. C'mon...


I show you.