1. |
Feel Like a Woman?
01:15
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Cigarettes like kisses
I'll teach you how to wear lipstick
Burnett's in bed
Is this dyke your friend?
They always you dead.
'Cause to them
You're just another man.
Do you feel like a woman now?
Do you?
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2. |
Take A Picture.
02:36
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I'm tired of walking through your world;
I'm tired of the stares, the apprehension
Awkward looks at my polyester hair
Obvious tells, so you stop and you stare
I'm not here to mesmerize; and I'm not your tranny prize
Take a picture, It'll last a little longer
I'm tired of walking through your world
I'm not your "faggot" or your "hey what's up, girl"
like you never seen my kind,
you gotta learn to pay no mind
I'm not asking for attention,
Leave me, out of your mentions
I say,
Take a picture it'll last a little longer
Go ahead and stare; we're gonna stare right fucking back
I said
take a picture it'll last a little longer
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3. |
Something To Prove
01:35
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(chorus : C Em F G)
you and me and my denim jacket
you and me and my pleather boots
you and me walking together
like we got something to prove
something to prove
we got something to prove
favorite songs on college radio
you and me fearing for the future
practicing our best hand-holds
like we got something to prove
something to prove
we got something to prove
turn up the fuzz and you turn up for friends
we know we got nothing lose
converse on concrete
like we got something to prove
something to prove
we got something to prove
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4. |
Stay Punk, Stay Queer.
01:50
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Stay punk
stay queer
you can never understand
i can be a faggot,
but just can't be no man
you always want me to look like you
you always want me to look like you
i will never look like you.
Stay punk.
Stay Queer.
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5. |
800 Miles
02:12
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aluminum cylinders
to steel boxes
tarmac to tunnels; hide from the heat
july and a walk up
lets kill the night
it's a pity concrete doesn't burn
underslept morning
cut through the suburbs
light rail will fuck you up
trade it all
for another box
out of here by nightfall
what's the price of gasoline
And are you ready,
are you ready to leave
is 800 miles enough
is 800 miles enough
pull the trigger
it's the metaphor you wanted,
i can take the blame
but I just can't bear the guilt
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6. |
Glorified Self Harm
02:06
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I often wonder if you still think of me as I of you
do you lie awake at night?
Thinking the thoughts I do?
Is there another answer
Lying there in wait
We took a shot but we always hesitate
I remember dirty nights,
lying in your arms
now I guess we laugh about it,
Glorified self-harm
Apropos of nothing I think of you on top again
But what did we say last time?
“I guess we’re just friends”
I’ve heard that line before
I always got yr back
what the hell are friends for?
This is how it always ends with us
This is how it always ends with us
You can’t test my spirit, I’m made of steel and asbestos
I’d like another shot, but I guess there’s nothing left of us.
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7. |
Indestructible.
01:52
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I'm a femme bitch
I'm a fucking witch
Not gonna make you happy.
Don't tell me
What kind of girl to be
When yesterday you called me a man
I said
oh oh oh
This is our new punk rock
get bent
I'm female biological
not gonna play
nice no more
can't kill me
I tried, I failed
I'm here for the long haul
I'm fucking indestructible
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painted out; cheap lacquer and hangups
cracking plaster, a broken view of the sky
telephone wires, I’m slipping here,
watching them cut across
please don’t tell me why there’s proof in the bathroom
we’re all praying to gods we don’t believe in
i can only have so many cups of coffee with you
quick varnish, it’s made up
puddles in blacktop
reflect the same skies
cut across with telephone wires
and we're taking the long way home
please don’t tell me why there’s spoons in the bathroom
we’re all praying to gods we don’t believe in
i can only have so many drinks
next to you
7 ply beneath me
and the dull roar of bearings
taking the long way home
wildlife has encroached on our blacktop
taken over our telephone wires
she’s afraid of dictionaries,
she’s afraid of me
I'm afraid of someone who's been typing on my back
(last line not song this version and I don't know why!)
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9. |
This Art Fights Back.
01:12
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They make rules about breaking rules;
from galleries to skate parks
from misogynistic hip-hop stars
to washed-up punk rock "sellouts"
but I won't believe what you say to me
as you sell us back our discontent.
you know
you haven't
you haven't bought us yet
and you break rule
or break a law
it's a casualty of war
they try and sell us back our love
but it don't work
no fucking more
And you said it wasn't art
so we rip you apart
this art
fights back
And you said it wasn't art
so we rip you apart
this art
fights back
this art
fights back
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10. |
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Remember you're beautiful
When they say you're not
Don't let 'em break you,
make you
What you aren't
'Cause
they can have our blood
they can't have our hearts
They can't destroy
what they can't comprehend.
Our hearts,
still beating
do you think that's a threat?
They can have our blood,
but they
can't have our hearts
Our hearts
are armed
Every breath
every beat
is the sound of the springs in the mechanism
winding down.
But I won't let go
You can you have our blood
but you can't have our hearts
you can't have our hearts.
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11. |
Gay In Space
02:29
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I'm tired of the scene, I'm tired of the straights
I'm tired of all of this cisgender hate
I'm tired of the president, I'm running outta hope,
Tired of my friends hanging smoking dope
When I just wanna be gay in space with you
I just wanna be gay in space with you
So put me on a rocket ship and blast me off to Mars,
Just make sure we got fully stocked bars
I don't care what the straights have to say,
It's a female-only mission
and it's GAY GAY GAY
I just wanna be gay in space with you
I just wanna be gay in space with you
It's a one way mission there's no turning back
but I don't care when you look at me like that
there's no on to cat call, no one to harass,
no men out there to grab our ass
I just wanna be gay in space with you
I just wanna be gay in space with you
So here I am, gay in space with you
And there's nothing else that I'd rather do
Ain't no need to fight nor cuss
Sally Ride
Claimed space for us
I just wanna be gay in space with you
I just wanna be gay in space with you
With you
With you
With you.
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Jessica Amelia Burlington, Vermont
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