The Belle Curves - Waltzing Will lyrics
[The Belle Curves - Waltzing Will lyrics]
Walzing Will was soft and sweet
The way he waltzed 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
Until we're dealing with the fact
That all the mental institutions
Are backed by a pack of
Straight white honky quacks
They’re backed by a pack of
Straight white honky quacks!
Now Dan Don Rose was kinda nuts
But Dan Don Rose sure had guts
To go cruising rednecks that sorry night
Dan don rose he never thought
Sure to bad but he forgot
Stomping queers is their God-given right
We were angry when they stabbed him
We were angry when the police grabbed him
They him quick and told him to behave
While the doctors nurses laughed
And jabbed him
Morgue man slabbed and tagged him
Now he’s dead there ain't nothin left to say
But his ghost is crying from an angry grave
Let’s not just talk about revolution
No demands without propound
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
The way he waltzed 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
Until we're dealing with the fact
That all the mental institutions
Are backed by a pack of
Straight white honky quacks
They’re backed by a pack of
Straight white honky quacks!
Now Dan Don Rose was kinda nuts
But Dan Don Rose sure had guts
To go cruising rednecks that sorry night
Dan don rose he never thought
Sure to bad but he forgot
Stomping queers is their God-given right
We were angry when they stabbed him
We were angry when the police grabbed him
They him quick and told him to behave
While the doctors nurses laughed
And jabbed him
Morgue man slabbed and tagged him
Now he’s dead there ain't nothin left to say
But his ghost is crying from an angry grave
Let’s not just talk about revolution
No demands without propound
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