Soul

You can count your karma if nirvana is your goal
You can shake and you can rattle, you can rock and roll
You can be a Clark Kent or a Lois, or an Alice down a hole
You can be a vampire on a mountain with a heart of stone-black coal
You can be a leather angel on a sleek black Harley bike
Or a redhead screaming faggot or a dazzling dyke
You can lock yourself in a closet in a fine mink stole
But it really doesn't matter if you ain't got soul