everyone has the music they love   like a showgirl in a fugue of childbirth   the matron's orders to the back of the room   i've seen him all sewn to the floor   a christian demon and family boy   brought up by the school bus route      samantha starves the beat   she starves   and drives a man insane      i went on into this little girl's room   all those monsters and their x-ray cartoons   project lines to the back of your mind   pulling you out of the second floor door   out of sorts into a collapsing hall   and into the white light      when you wake up you'll be awake forever   parents coming through the windows tell her   this might force them to remember      everyone has the music they love   forwarding into an age of nervous   boys and girls locked up in their rooms   when you grow old you will reflect fondly   upon the unions and the memories of me   and we will never age at all