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