Surely I am the Man. My sidearm sparks, puff of Smoke, bodies dropped. None shall stand against My stainless steel. Eternal Unquenched flame, Sulfur Saltpeter,
We confront our own Disastrous creation and We deny it’s ours.
My desire for Touch and musical voices Cost me smell and taste
Let me swear you to Secrecy. I have found the key. The gateway to your Dreams. You have it too. We don’t need to act
Run out of town, banned From the stage. Writing’s burned. You Must have something good.
When they call you “scum Of the earth,” smile. At least You’re not one of them.