Hit Parade
I’m a shirtless man with an axe.
You’re a wanton woman in a state of undress.
The sky is live and heavy.
We eat blue oysters on the sunset strip
& party with Mr. Rainbow
in the back of an airbrushed van.
We capriole in a crystal ball
sweep picking the road to the rim.
The clouds are high drum risers.
The sun is a wheel of steel.
You parade your ass like a greatest hit
& monsters of rock rise from the sea
Horror Sleaze Trash 
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