Some Boys Paroles

Running imitation after imitation
turn me loose now, set me free now
turn me loose now, set me free now

No tongues on fire
no fingers on skin
no fingers hot on skin
no tongues can process detonation

Some boys lie
and some boys pay to stay high
running after corpses, how you dance
run after corpses headed to the ambulance

They're running through your record collection
no sign that your battle is action
black plastic is a sign of recognition
a token of tokenism

In their mouth is a grape, I know, I know Where is your love?
Where is your love?
Where is your love?
Where is your love?

Easy squeeze
makes you
queer