and he found me

I gave him some tambourine

he gave me a scream

I washed his dirty underwear

he made me toast

Music filled my mug with Vaseline

I gave him a choke



We could be happy 

we could be free

If we don't make-out

or fall in love



I found music 

and he found me

bleeding from my fingers and knees

plugged into a drum machine

nailed to my head: a tambourine

and a guitar laced to my waist

A stone cold fever: 

a internal melody



Guitars make me happy

drum beats make us all free

solid as a rock lover

is the music in me



I found music and he found me:

a balding head-banging pre-teen

so he seduced me in a dream:

I kissed his ugly gangly greens

he swallowed my pee



We lived to be happy

and prayed to be free

but it was soon found out

that my body is brief



I found music

and he found me

he kept me singing 

to my dying day



Sing to be happy

hum to be free

the eternal harmony

music and me