Who: Who's Who?
Barbara Charone, Creem, November 1978
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound
Every feeling I get from the streets says it soon could be found
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher I know it exists
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids emphasized with their fists
Like volcanos explode through the snow
The mosquito's sting rings a dream but the poison's deranged
The music must change
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