text: Black Polished Chrome
  The music was new
  Black polished chrome
  And came over the summer
  Like liquid night
  The DJs took pills to stay awake
  And play for seven days
  They went to the studio
  And someone knew him
  Someone knew the TV showman
  He came to our homeroom party
  And played records
  And when he left in the hot noon sun
  And walked to his car
  We saw the chooks had written
  F-U-C-K on his windshield
  He wiped it off with a rag
  And smiling cooly drove away
  Hes rich. Got a big car
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  Latino Chrome
  My gang will get you
  Scenes of rape in the arroyo
  Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
  Fights at the food stand
  The dust
  The shoes
  Open shirts and raised collars
  Bright sculptured hair
  Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? Cmon
  I show you good time
  This place has everything. Cmon
  I show you