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 drum machine   nailed to my head: a tambourine   and a guitar laced to my waist   A stone cold fever:   an internal melody      Guitars make me happy   drum 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