I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he game 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 [bad word] machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
stone cold fever:
an internal melody

Guitars make me happy
 [bad word] beast make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me

I found music and he found me:
a balding head-banding 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