Peter Gabriel, everyone.
the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor!the light dies down on Broadwayi'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
no time for romantic escape,
when your fluffy heart is ready for rape
and I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway
compress
your blood to oil,
your flesh to coal,
enrich the soil
o boy! running man is out of death
held my heart, deep in hair
time to shave, shave it off, it off
***
That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the
accompaniment of very...
...romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous
stainless steel razor.