Lyrics

Horace had no time for the things you can't resist
he had no crime or venom in his twist
when they told him "It comes from up above"
Horace said, ?Tssss....another drug"
he lays a syringe down on the desk
opens up a rose-colored case
draws a needle from a tiny quiver
amidst the flutter of wings

HORACE WAS A RESISTOR

A door swung open and Horace was alarmed
to find his girl in another man's arms
his heart cracked like laughter at a mime
(Central Park in the summertime)
He pulls a gun and points it at the chump's head
the chump cries, "No, man!" and wets the bed
Horace points it at his sweet girl
then slowly walks away

HORACE WAS A RESISTOR

"Why can't you be jealous?
Why don't you just kill us?
What's the matter, Horace -- are you afraid?"