Back To The Room

Back to the room
Back to the space from whence I come
My blessed room
That’s where I wish that I could run
I would be pure
I would feel safe
And I would swim and sleep all day
Back to the room
So I can escape from all the human ruin
They want to try me
Call me a sissy
They try to rough me up
See if I’m man enough
I feel so ugly
I’ll change my body
Just rearrange me
Get a lobotomy
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother, dear
Back to the room
Where I don’t have to hate myself
My blessed room
Where I don’t have to fake myself
I’ve got to get
Back to the room
Reverse my descent into hell
I can be pure
I can escape from all the savage DAMAGE!
Indian killer
Indian giver
Call me a nigga
Where are my 40 acres
I’m not black enough
I ain’t white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa Clauses
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother, dear
They want to try me
Call me a sissy
They try to rough me up
See if I’m man enough
I feel so ugly
I’ll change my body
Stain on my bedsheet
Suck my androgyny!
Indian killer
Indian giver
Call me a nigga
Where are my 40 acres
I’m not black enough
I’m not white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
BREAK ALL THE SANTA CLAUSES
FUCK ALL THE SANTA CLAUSES!
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother, dear