2026 Boston Dyke March Lyrics
GIRL HELL 1999
GETTING COLOR THE HARD WAY
fickle skin like parchment
what i became i unmake
i can open up my brittle forehead
i can get color the hard way
soft and slow, darling i know
you've grown accustomed to the gimmick
soft and slow, darling i know
you could never love the catacomb beneath it
on crt tv sets
on stations from the cold days
i want to be the signal in the static
i want to get color the hard way
soft and slow, darling i know
i'm not quite what you expected
soft and slow, darling i know
you could never love the face i rejected
FAGGOT SAINTS
spider-shrapnel jimmy
bless my faggot heart
valhalla welcomes martyrs
close your eyes until it starts
mother dietrich light my cigarette
i've had about as much as i'd expect to get
while the cops or something like them
lick their lips behind the door
i won't name it so please don't name it
we can just keep praying
you won't fight it so why should i fight it
we can just keep praying to our faggot saints
suck the venom from the vein
and spit it in my mouth again
little rituals mark the movements
of the timepiece hands
sister venus under the hotel bed
will you walk with me into the waiting red
no atheists in foxholes
no faithful in the grave
i won't name it so please don't name it
we can just keep praying
you won't fight it so why should i fight it
we can just keep praying to our faggot saints
OBITUARY QUEEN
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYWHERE ELSE
wound up like a string plucked and ringing
I DON'T WANNA FEEL ANYTHING ELSE
bullet in the brainstem unpaid check
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYTHING ELSE
obituary queen a meme in the making
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYWHERE ELSE
it end like this
the tragic optimist
one table overturned
another splintered in my bleeding lip
viva catalonia
viva dead girl limbs like gaudi spires
at least i won't be there to see you smile
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYWHERE ELSE
wound up like a string plucked and ringing
I DON'T WANNA FEEL ANYTHING ELSE
bullet in the brainstem unpaid check
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYTHING ELSE
obituary queen a meme in the making
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYWHERE ELSE
it ends like this
the dried out fantasist
you can make a barricade
from anything when pushed to it
my lips like la sagrada
bleached and garish
never quite alive
you ought to be the last to see me cry
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYWHERE ELSE
wound up like a string plucked and ringing
I DON'T WANNA FEEL ANYTHING ELSE
bullet in the brainstem unpaid check
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYTHING ELSE
obituary queen a meme in the making
I DON'T WANNA BE ANYWHERE ELSE
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IMBECILE
happy birthday imbecile
i'm surprised you got this far
throw some tshirts in a bag
and get in the fucking car
every reel overexposed
every ship lost to the flood
four decades ain't so long unless you spend them all
losing blood
happy birthday little fool
for a beat it almost seemed
like you'd manage in the end
like you'd live the fucking dream
every artery collapsed
every line of code corrupt
four decades ain't so long unless you spend them all
fucking up
happy birthday idiot
never thought i'd see the day
time to take your broken toys
and drag them back beneath the waves
you were good and you were pure
you were stupid, you were sweet
four decades in the sun just to become
rotten meat
happy birthday imbecile
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