Fox Face Songtext
von 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
Weeping in his mouth, shouting at God
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