Rock Minuet - Live at St. Ann's Warehouse

Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
 If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
 While listening at night to an old radio
 Where they danced to the rock minuet
 In the gay bars in the back of the bar
 He consummated hatred on a cold sawdust floor
 While the jukebox played backbeats, he sniffed coke off a jar
 While they danced to a rock minuet
 School was a waste, he was meant for the street
 But school was the only way, the army could be beat
 The two whores sucked his nipples 'til he came on their feet
 As they danced to the rock minuet
 He dreamt that his father was sunk to his knees
 His leather belt tied so tight that it was hard to breathe
 And the studs from his jacket were as cold as a breeze
 As he danced to a rock minuet
 He pictured the bedroom where he heard the first cry
 His mother on all fours, ah, with his father behind
 And her yell hurt so much, he had wished he'd gone blind
 And rocked to a rock minuet
 In the back of the warehouse were a couple of guys
 They had tied someone up and sewn up their eyes
 And he got so excited he came on his thighs
 When they danced to the rock minuet
 On avenue b, someone cruised him one night
 He took him in an alley and then pulled a knife
 And thought of his father, as he cut his windpipe
 And finally danced to the rock minuet
 In the curse of the alley, the thrill of the street
 On the bitter cold docks where the outlaws all meet
 In euphoria drug in euphoria heat
 You could dance to the rock minuet
 In the thrill of the needle and anonymous sex
 You could dance to the rock minuet
 So when you dance hard, slow dancing
 When you dance hard, slow dancing
 When you dance hard, slow dancing
 When you dance to the rock minuet.