Lyrics

We don't need right wing, we got each other We don't need the NEA to tell us what to do Our lesbian and gay sisters and brothers Do a better job than those Christian right mothers You say we stand out, yeah, that's what it's about Amerikkka won't like us, they'll never like us Mainstream you fit in You don't wanna rock the boat in your subtle suit and tie And your Mohair coat You don't make the straights mad, you try to assimilate You don't understand a thing about Tribe 8 You tell us, "Keep your shirt on, no tits and no ass." "You know that rubber dick is just a little bit crass." Must be mighty uncomfortable with that two-by-four up your ass "Let's not upset the cops, let's show a little class." Well, maybe that's what it's about, it's about your middle class values We don't need Jesse Helms, we got each other We don't need the NEA to tell us what to do Our lesbian and gay sisters and brothers Do a better job than those Christian right mothers Never stretch any limits in the middle of the road and you wanna stay in it You work hard to get the things that make you a guppie Then we come along and we wanna screw it up We got the punk rock mohawk, rings in our nose You're wearin' fifty dollar Dior pantyhose You dine on caviar, we chow on Top Ramen You lyin' to Big Brother about what we got in common And we're all a bunch of perverts and deviants And none of your assimilation will alleviate... The fear and the hate That emanate from the straight white hope that wants to seal Seal our fate in Hell! We ought to be nice so we can ride in your parade So we can play on your stage on Gay Pride Day You say stand out, yeah? Out's what it's about Amerikkka won't like us, they'll never like us You want us to dress like you Young Republicans, shoulder pads and pumps Just how studly can you get I ain't het, you can bet I ain't tradin' my boots for a suit You say homocore's all wrong, we could all get along With straight middle class whites We won't get no rights being buck naked dykes Waving big rubber schlongs, licking boots And fucking sheep, sucking silicone dongs Oh my, how rude Call me Obnoxia Tired of you puttin' us in a box Ya got that trick from straight society, all your judgements from patriarchy Next comes a lecture on Christianity Like we really wanna know Kiss off!