Lavender Country - Waltzing Will Trilogy lyrics

Walzing Will was soft and sweet The way he walked was too effete For psychiatrists to think was fittin' So they said, "Hey son, we think we should Sneak you a slug of raw manhood And the State Hospital's just the place to get one" Now they call him a queer sickie They herd him to group therapy They lock him up at night so he don't escape And if they hear any Gay talk A sizzle of electro-shock Keeps his fantasies In fascist shape They call it mental hygiene But I call it psychic rape! And he won't get no restitution Till we're dealing with the fact That all the mental institutions Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks Are backed by a pack of straight white honky quacks! Old Jim Jones and Tommy T Were lovers to the nth degree They had their thing together pretty good But Tom was only seventeen When his folks found out what has happening Mamma cried and Pa demanded blood The news began to fester That Jim was a child molester What jury's going to stand for that disease? So they put him in the pen They call him f*ggy Jim It's iron that his bust was sodomy 'Cause the prison guards use him to get Their rocks off when they please! Let's not depend on an election To set him loose from that bum rap With a good dose of insurrection We could wipe that claptrap jailhouse off the map We could wipe that claptrap jailhouse off the map!