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.