Quick Carl and The Wolf Man

Wolf Arm - I remember the day you brought dynamite to school...
what was it...1975?
You wanted the man..Quick Carl, you wanted him bad....
I knew you were nuts man, but Jesus brother...

The day you took me to the trunk of your Blue Nova death mobile....
2 stix of High Velocity DuPont Dynamite....stolen from the mine
you said you were going to place it under the bridge and wait for the son-of-a bitch
......damned Tommy!
You are both long gone now...you & Quick
maybe you've settled the score..or are still at it on the other side
....if it's the latter, the give it to him once for me too wolf man,
for pulling a gun on me in his office
....HS Principal my ass...paranoid megalomaniac with sociopathic tendancies...
hey you... Quick ... man, I know you paid a due

The South Side

Cronk,
tall and thin
hair electric stood on end
long and straight down the reverse
shirtless man - acid trip, an icon to us all
we called the cut 'the Cronk' - outta' respect

Kurtz - kept Berlin Wall distance 'cause you was verboten
Cropped blond hair and Frankenstein grimace
just like Lou - velvet & CBGB's - walking wild
white lightning and leathers on 16th street - summer time stench
sex in the backrooms no time no dime
a real hard street fucker you is

Psycho, you were the naz
absolutely genius psychotic
'25 and Leary fried your mind
satin pants and way cool hair
eye shadow like a queen of drag
ghastly ghostly Ozzy image dread of undead
asylum or earth man. to which did you go?

Mau Mau...wasn't sure what you was man
Hard-core for certain - didn't fuck wit you
Larry Fine Stooge hair
dark skinned Croat, Bosnian maybe
Maletinski - Mau Mau, jesus man the name
nose broken how many times, none could know
1000 yard eyes of gray blue death stare
what'd you see now Mau Mau
what do you see?

Rough times, hard times, good times and bad
Never should've walked there
Would've regretted had I not
We was all dead men walking
We all got what we got

How many still breathe?

Russian Roulette

Tommy 'WolfArm',
Played with a .38
Spun the cylinder too many times
The trigger was kinetic...it was too late

Chicky chicky chee, chick chicky cha
Look into your eyes and see the other side
Man, you was a work
You, and Stanley 'Psycho the Gork'

AladdinSane

Chai,

Man, I'm sorry I wasn't there that day
Kismet or guardian angel, or neither
Seems it's always been that way though

I have carried your ghost since that day in '76
Not a single day has past that you aren't 'here'
I can't get the thought out of my mind

I know you were really busted up
And help had to come from far off
If I was there, I think I could've kept you going
Instead of carrying you to the grave

But I think you knew it was your time to go,
I think we knew it was your time to go
I tried to carry on without you here
But in the end I self-destructed

You always said at 18...damned!

We spun heads man,
We were the Bewlay Brothers...