Rock the mid....
1970s
Pre-dawn
Post-teenage
Toothpick
Slips in-out
Grabs the damn
IBM Selectric
The balls
Slips in-out
Grabs another Selectric
Searches the desk
More balls

Sun comes up
On City Hall
Rock walks
The halls of power
Alone... building up a stack of
Typewriters
Sits at.... Mayor's desk
Another typewriter
Freezes terrified... hears
Someone in the building
A Sunday morning
Hides..... leaves
Footprints in the snow

Walks 'round the block
Returns to aproximate
Scene of the crime
Gets popped... clean
Beats the rap, has a rep
To protect
The thin man, the mole, the worm
Typewriter supplier
To cadre
Of young hip writers

The Duke... the dog
Types career
On Rock's hot
T' machines
Duke the brain
Has balls galore
Supplied by Rock
Elita, Pica, Times, Corona
Gives Rock a powder
On the nose
Rock the moonlit... upstart
Writer blocked
By a belief.... in failure

An outsider
Drinking.... supplying endless
Chateau Lafite.... Rothschild '55
To insiders
Crap... gadgets.... home accessoroes
Give up the cocaine
A ten, a twenty
Rock stays poor

Prowls the night
Buys black bags.... at Seven Eleven
Bags the TV store
Sony Trinitons
Stacked in the predawn night
Calls a cab..... tells cab driver
He's a late night musician
These black bags are.... Marshall amps
Robs the music store
Martin guitars... sitars
Calls another predawn cab
Same old story
Same old Rock
Thin man.... did a heap o' time
Never gave up his fence
When questioned... under hot lamps

Just did the time
Time and time again
But slowly.... the keyboard
Became everything