Raw Deal lyrics

I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday

All eyes hit me as I walked into the door

And seeing other guys were fooling in the denim dudes

A couple cards played rough stuff, New York, fire island

I cased the joint

Straining at the scenes

I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'

I snapped the smile off his face and scowled "Give me a bourbon"

The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting

All the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some action

The scene screwed me up, I saw some contact

Then the big boys

Saw me and knew that

I'd had too much, floating around

Statues alive, seconds are hours

Sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered

I was barely holding on to this flying body symphony

I guess I dream in pictures, not colors

The true free expression I demand is human rights, right

I gave my life

I am immortal

I'm going, no loss [x4]

Nightmare

Just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming

Raw deal

• Artist:Judas Priest
• Album:Sin After Sin (1977)