I found music and he found me I gave him some tambourine he game me a scream I washed his dirty underwear he made me toast Music filled my mug with Vaseline I gave him a choke We could be happy we could be free If we don't make-out or fall in love I found music and he found me bleeding from my fingers and knees plugged into a drum machine nailed to my head: a tambourine and a guitar laced to my waist A stone cold fever: an internal melody Guitars make me happy drum beast make us all free solid as a rock lover is the music in me I found music and he found me: a balding head-banding pre-teen so he seduced me in a dream: I kissed his ugly gangly greens he swallowed my pee We lived to be happy and prayed to be free but it was soon found out that my body is brief I found music and he found me he kept me singing to my dying day Sing to be happy hum to be free the eternal harmony music and me