Fox Face - Grace Slick

He used to be a fox-faced child

With all the ugly nicknames

Rejection encouraged his hideous smile

Now he’s cultivating some of his own games

Not enough just to be normal

He needs something nobody has

A secret war that makes him hard

In a world that makes him mad

No brakes on the train

No handles on the slide

Seesaw in his brain

And there’s a fat boy on the dark side

His face will be seen

In every magazine

His name will be heard

In every dying word

He used to be a fox-faced child

He knows too much of the dark side

He will feast on immortality

By swallowing your life

Part of his fear of death is yours

Part of it feels like mine

We’ve been in his mouth shouting at God

And begging for extension of life

No brakes on the train

No handles on the slide

Seesaw in his brain

And there’s a fat boy on the dark side

His face will be seen

In every magazine

His name will be heard

In every dying word

A man who is nameless

Tomorrow he’ll be famous

And he’ll burn his life

Into the soft part of my brain