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• crucifracture. he was the loveliest god i've ever known he had a face like rock & abs of stone. he died young & hung for all to see. his dad was pissed so he made me at galilee. we met at prayer group, under the bridge. he grabbed & kissed me on the ledge. because we're christian and not pagan, we won't have sexxx until the wedding's done. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. maybe somebody lied about the way he died, he was taken from me that fateful night. it was so sad, so sad when he said goodbye, and then we kissed (we kissed) you closed your eyes. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. oh jesus, why won't you stay with me? oh jesus, so you lied to me. • gay, white and angry. i'm pissed off (why?) cuz i'm gay (ooh!) and i've got something important to say (well do tell!). heard that eminem wants to kill us dead (aww, naw). take out his pretty little gun and shoot me in the head (boom). no more decoratin', no more will-and-grace-in', no more MTT, just breeders matin' (ew). i talked to his PR people, they told me to go away, told me to "go back to pottery barn, misster fey wray" i said "whatever, i can do what i want", and i called em's ass up, turns out he was on gay.com under "escorts" (no way!) em says don't fuck men (fuck men), fems say "fuck you". fuck you. em says don't fuck men (fuck men), fems say "fuck you". fuck you. "hello?" "yo, em, it's svelte!" "who?" "this is your conscience, motherfucker." "who's this, yo?" "remember high school em?" "wha?" "you don't have to write all those hateful songs just cuz i broke up with you." "fuck you." "we tried that already. you were a lousy lay." like i told you before, it's two double-oh two. not 1954, it's not 1968, it's two double-oh two, it's time to get together, i'm not ending up killed, like dead, forever. i'm not ending up tied to a barbed-wire fence, problem is most americans are just plain dense (like dumb man, dumb). yes you, average christian usa, wanna see me dead and buried. reverend phelps can suck my dick (ooh suck my dick) then maybe em and i can catch a flick. come on, em (unintelligible) we hung out at seven-eleven next to the trailer park door. you tried on my wig (mm hmm), i tried you on for size (oo!). turns out you were a tiny little waste of time. em says don't fuck men (fuck men), fems say "fuck you". fuck you. em says don't fuck men (fuck men), fems say "fuck you". fuck you. you say you don't like techno, that's tired racist bullshit, yo. it's the same old line, like "disco sucks". it's black music, it's gay music, it's music for us. (okay, that's enough hate for one day. let's wrap this up, svelte.) to all my gay homies in wonderland, to all my straight friends hand-in-hand, i wanna say peace love and understand, that when i say love i mean love for a man. • (i think) i'm in love (with your hair). lovely pink and purple flowers, ugly green plastic chair. i see you sitting under april showers, i think i'm in love with your hair. can you take it off and hand it here, can i borrow it for a while. get to know your hair much better, me and your hair could be forever. and when i say love, i mean L-U-V. and when i say love, L-O-O-V. and when i look at your H-A-I-R, i L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-R-H-A-I-R. silky smooth and locky locks, blue as black can be. hairpins fall as we sit and talk, let your wig hat free. i wish i could sleep in your hair, ride around in your 'do all day. comb my way into your dreams, if you need some, i've got hairspray. and when i say love, i mean L-U-V. and when i say love, L-O-O-V. and when i look at your H-A-I-R, i L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-R-H-A-I-R. and when i say love, i mean L-U-V. and when i say love, L-O-O-V. and when i look at your H-A-I-R, i L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-R-H-A-I-R.and when i say love, i mean L-U-V. and when i say love, L-O-O-V. and when i look at your H-A-I-R, i L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-R-H-A-I-R. • the ramones. now listen to here to what i'm sayin', back in the old days ramones are playin'. joey, dee dee, tommy, johnny. torn up jeans know what i'm sayin'? we love the ramones just love them dearly, they're in my heart, very near-ly, thank you boys, thank you fiercely, i'll grow my hair like it was the sixties. we're a happy family let's go to the kabuki. front row show so loud and lovely. ears are ringing 'til monday morning, we're a happy family let's go to the kabuki. i don't care about this school, i don't care about this world. hey, ho, let's go, to seven-eleven. listen to the beach boys, fresh from heaven. last verse, same as the first. now listen to here to what i'm sayin', back in the old days ramones are playin'. joey, dee dee, tommy, johnny. torn up jeans know what i'm sayin'? we're a happy family let's go to the kabuki. front row show so loud and lovely. ears are ringing 'til monday morning, we're a happy family let's go to the kabuki. yeah. we're a happy family let's go to the kabuki. front row show so loud and lovely. ears are ringing 'til monday morning, we're a happy family let's go to the kabuki. •
miss lady o. oh miss lady, on
the prairie.
like a wild thing, in a silk slip. please don't worry, she won't hurt
you. she's so dainty, don't be nasty. where you going?
please come back
here. she is running, oh so muddy. like a bullet, like puffball. like
a dingo, out of control. o-live, evil-o. all-love, oh-love.
olive, evil-o.
all-love, oh-love.
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