American Queers 

The paint on my lips is a blood red 

We’re teeming with life but we’re all dead

We write on the walls, Dance in the street

We kick our heels on the concrete 


And my skirt’s too short 

My wig’s too long 

We don’t ever feel like we belong

We belong 


American, We’re American Queers 


We hold our breath out in the street

We hold our hands in the backseat

Kiss my lips, and touch me 

Teach me to learn how to be free 


And my chest is bound 

My ass is round 

We are the lost that can never be found

Never be found 


American, We’re American Queers 

American, We’re American Queers

American, American Queers