Waltzing Will Trilogy

Lyrics

Waltzing Will was soft and sweet The way he walked was too effete For psychiatrists to think was fittin' So they said, "Hey son, we think we should Sneak you a slug of raw manhood And the State Hospital's just the place to get one" Now they call him a queer sickie They herd him to group therapy They lock him up at night so he don't escape And if they hear any Gay talk A sizzle of electro-shock Keeps his fantasies In fascist shape They call it mental hygiene But I call it psychic rape! And he won't get no restitution Till we're dealing with the fact That all the mental institutions Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks! Old Jim Jones and Tommy T Were lovers to the nth degree They had their thing together pretty good But Tom was only seventeen When his folks found out what has happening Mamma cried and Pa demanded blood The news began to fester That Jim was a child molester What jury's going to stand for that disease? So they put him in the pen They call him Faggy Jim How ironic that his bust was sodomy 'Cause the prison guards use him to get Their rocks off when they please! Let's not depend on an election To set him loose from that bum rap With a good dose of insurrection We could wipe that claptrap jailhouse off the map We could wipe that claptrap jailhouse off the map! Dan Don Rose was kinda nuts Dan Don Rose sure had guts To go cruising rednecks on a sorry night Dan Don Rose, he never thought Sure too bad that he forgot Stomping queers was their God-given right We was angry when they stabbed him We was angry when the police grabbed him They hit Wick with the billy stick and told him to behave While the doctors and nurses laughed and jabbed him Poor man slapped and tapped him Now he's dead, there ain't nothing left to see But his ghost is crying from an angry grave But it's not just toll, but revolution Don't avenge me, counter round There's just no end to the pollution Rise up and rip this goddamn system down 'Cause there ain't no hope 'til it tumbles to the ground But it's not just toll, but revolution Don't avenge me, counter round There's just no end to the pollution Rise up and rip this goddamn system down 'Cause there ain't no hope 'til it tumbles to the ground!