1. |
Rainbow Drones
03:04
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Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
B stands for bomb in LGBT
Let's go!
We fought for the right to love
They gave us the right to spill blood
In honor of Marsha P. Johnson
A drag queen named Lockheed Martin
She fights for the liberties
Of gay men in the Middle East
Blow their hometown to kingdom come
No more roofs they can throw 'em from
Made a deal with the men who left us dying of AIDS
And in return for our health we gotta throw their grenades
Now if we wanna live we gotta murder for them
Bring on the pink imperialism
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Queers drop the bomb if you wanna be free
The state gave us a wedding day
Because we aren't Yemeni
Celebrating with our families
While they bury their bridesmaids
No matter if you're gay or straight
You can pay for college with a bullet case
Even if you're a flaming queen
You can be a cog in the murder machine
We wanted strong role models and representation
So they made us complicit in annihilation
We fought em in the street demanding liberation
And now get a look at what they gave us instead
Instead we got
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Queers drop the bomb if you wanna be free
They gave us
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
B stands for bomb in LGBT
So raise a glass (at brunch) to the Graces and Wills
Who worked hard to repeal Don't Ask Don't Tell
They said to young queer kids, “don't kill yourselves
“'Cause it gets better, you can kill someone else”
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Baby you were born and you'll die this way
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
Rainbow drones with lesbian pilots
B stands for bomb in LGBTQ
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2. |
Bad Dog
03:57
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Little devil, don't you see
You could own these city streets if you were running with me
No more cages and no more leash
No, you gonna be the danger with just a gnash of your teeth
I can hold the line and keep ‘em back while you make a break
I can roar and I can growl in all these motherfuckers’ face
I will keep you safe from the billy clubs, puppy, just run
And I'll show you what to do
You gotta stare ‘em down
You gotta stand your ground
Then you open your mouth and you bark out:
“Don't assume I cannot take it rough, rough, rough
I snarl back and I get tough, tough, tough
Y'all'd be real mistaken
Tryin’ to push me down and around anymore
I'm a bad, bad dog
No more precious puppy when I'm under attack
I'll bite your face off if you fuck with my pack
If y'all gon’ try to muzzle me
Then I'mma take you down to the floor
I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad dog”
Sweet puppy, sharpen your claws
Yeah, today you gotta use ‘em, cause you got just cause
No you don't gon’ let no opportunity ever slip through your paws
To get ‘em in your jaws
Now you go for the jugular, and show no restraint
Show ‘em you're the only one who gets control of your brain
No more playing games, puppy they don't get to keep you in chains
Show them pigs what you can do
You gotta stare ‘em down
You gotta stand your ground
Then you open your mouth and you bark out:
“Don't assume I cannot take it rough, rough, rough
I snarl back and I get tough, tough, tough
Y'all'd be real mistaken
Tryin’ to push me down and around anymore
I'm a bad, bad dog
No more precious puppy when I'm under attack
I'll bite your face off if you fuck with my pack
If y'all gon’ try to muzzle me
Then I'mma take you down to the floor
I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad dog”
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3. |
Queer As In Fuck You
02:10
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I don't want to get married
I don't want to be just like you
Nobody bothered to ask me
They said I ought to be just like you
Well I could get a marriage license for a husband and me
So I could use his health insurance for my HAART
Since I can file taxes with a same-gender spouse
I shouldn't feel so bad getting kicked out of my house
Don't sell me a rainbow
Your market's never done shit for me
Don't want a seat at your table
And fuck an invitation to your party
You want to celebrate a gay man on your cable TV
While trans lesbians of color dig in garbage just to eat
You've paved the road for CEOs to suck on some dick
While all the kids on the street are getting pelted with bricks
I don't want to be equal
'Cause I know I'm fuckin' better than you
Your moderation is lethal
Get out of my way, let me do what I need to
There's no protection that this nation-state can offer to me
Just olive branches to the cis white gay bourgeoisie
So fuck off with your rainbow-striped American flags
The only colors that I need are the pink and the black
Not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you
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4. |
Rev Your Motor
02:18
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Honey baby do you wanna go a'crazy
Wanna throw'a a grenade-y
In the middle of'a Wall Street
Let's invade-y all the offices Dick Cheney
Used to sit and masturbate-y
To the bleeding of the margins
Kiss me, sweety, propaganda of the deed me
Put that ass up on the TV
Jam my signal with your message
Rev your motor if you wanna hit Dakota
Cause the only oil flow I want
Is in between our bodies
Hold that pose
Their drones see through your clothes
Let's blow our homes
And go where they don't know
We’ll grow so bold
Their bones will lose control
Our moans will close their show
They gonna clap, clap, clap
Fire opal, do you wanna go a'postal
On the board of ExxonMobil
Coat ‘em in their fuel and light it
Make me gaga when you in that balaclava
You're my Lion of Rojava
You're the booty to my pirate
You 'lectrify me, you occupy my Zucotti
Let's be gay and do some crime-y
Set the fire on my cocktail
Let's get bratty when the riot cops surrounding
Moan, “oh yes arrest me daddy”
“Hit me harder with your nightstick”
Blow them holes
Their walls ain’t made of stones
They’ll poll us proles and hold
We stand for coals
Don’t hold that rose so close
Lest you taste thorns
We’re stronger on our own
We gonna bring the world down, baby
Control the demolition before they break it
We gotta bring the world down to save it
Rev your motor, we can bring this whole thing down
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5. |
Host
04:09
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I don't have much
I can't buy you things
That shouldn't matter
'Swhat the radio sings
But we're both in the closet
And we live with our folks
So those "money can't buy love"
Poems seem like a joke
If I tried to have you
I'd have no place to sleep
And they'd throw me in jail
For living on the street
I want your touch
But I'm not alone
And we can't afford
A place of our own
They shut down the gay bars
Now there's nowhere to go
Cause I can't host
And you can't host
I heard there were neighborhoods
Rainbow flags on the streets
Where the rent got all out of control
So they just house gays with dough
Who don't need anywhere they can meet
While I can't pick you up
Cause my car needs repairs
And you just lost your job
For dyeing your hair
They're saying that cruising is dead
Because we're all on our phones
While they jet off to Mykonos
Back home to Folsom
And leave you and me on our own
I want your touch
But I'm not alone
And we can't afford
A place of our own
They shut down the bathhouse
Now there's nowhere to go
Cause I can't host
And you can't host
I don't care if it's seedy
I don't care if it's dank
I don't care if there's dirt on the walls
I just want somewhere safe
Where we can get close and escape
But they raided that leather bar
Now there's nowhere to go
Cause I can't host
And you can't host
Capital markets determined that I don't deserve you
If love is for the rich, then let's meet up for sex
In the crumbling rubble of their mansions
I want your touch
But I'm not alone
And we can't afford
A place of our own
They shut down the leather bar
With the darkroom
Now there's nowhere to go
Cause I can't host
And you can't host
Now even the sex shop
With the video arcade
Is closing its doors
And I still can't host
And you can't host
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6. |
Class Struggle
02:59
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I don't give a shit about the rules
That let us be who we wanna be
Cause it don't mean fuck
We're allowed to suck cock
When the cops knock knock
For probation fees that never were paid
Those motherfuckers took away my friends
Those motherfuckers caught us all on tape
Cause we didn't have the cash
And we couldn't pay the fash
They can show up in a flash
No we’ll never be free while they
Givin’ our employers the control of our faces
And gentrifyin’ away all our spaces
Value our lives less than those of racists
Put us in the hospital for complications
Queer lib is class struggle
Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble
Seize the means on the double
If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble
Look out
I don't care that the labor board
Says it's A-OK to be gay
When they shout, "get out"
You don't got no clout
They don't need a fuckin’ reason
They can say whatever they gonna say
I don’t care that the police
Carry rainbows in our parades
Cause they’ll be sent to take down all our flags
As soon as their bosses want to put us in body bags
Givin’ our employers the control of our faces
And gentrifyin’ away all our spaces
Value our lives less than those of racists
Put us in the hospital for complications
Queer lib is class struggle
Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble
Seize the means on the double
If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble
Look out
We’re only free to be you and me to the degree
Capital and the state consent
We only live our lives and we can only thrive
Within the boundaries they have set
They’ll only leave us alone to do what they condone
And only till they raise our rent
We’re only free to be you and me to the degree
Capital and the state consent
Queer lib is class struggle
Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble
Seize the means on the double
If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble
Look out
Queer lib is class struggle
Unless you're livin’ in an airtight bubble
Seize the means on the double
If you got the money, honey, you're in trouble
Look out
Queer liberation is class struggle
No money, no freedom
Queer liberation is class struggle
They can take it away until we make them pay
Queer liberation is class struggle
Queer liberation is class struggle
Queer liberation is class struggle
Till we’re free to be you and me without their consent
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7. |
Someone Else
04:00
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I gave him a call today, he says he's missing me
When we're not apart, he says he sees me drift away
Though I told him you're no substitute he has his doubts
And I want, want, want to make this work so well so bad
I wish we could be a 1-2-3
But we're stuck in a V and he hasn't been loud
Well he’s screamin’ it now
“Why don’t, why don’t, why don’t you help me?
“I found, I found, I found your love for someone else is bringin’ us down
“Lockdown, lockdown, lockdown your heart behind the blast doors
“In case I gotta blow it to smithereens”
I'm starting to fluctuate 'tween glee and misery
The bliss of my love, and then the pain of his jealousy
Well, I know compersion don’t come smooth, hell I still strain with you
But I’m holdin’ back so hard it hurts, I suffocate
I wish we could be a 1-2-3
But we're stuck in a V and he hasn't been loud
Well he’s screamin’ it now
“Why don’t, why don’t, why don’t you help me?
“I found, I found, I found your love for someone else is bringin’ us down
“Lockdown, lockdown, lockdown your heart behind the blast doors
“In case I gotta blow it to smithereens
“‘Cause I can’t have you with no one but me
“I know you got a lotta love
“But I just want to be your enough”
Well he’s screamin’ it now
“Why don’t, why don’t, why don’t you help me?
“I found, I found, I found your love for someone else is bringin’ us down
“Lockdown, lockdown, lockdown your heart behind the blast doors
“In case I gotta blow it up
“Why don’t, why don’t, why don’t you help me?
“I found, I found, I found your love for someone else is bringin’ us down
“I found, I found, I found your love for someone else
“Your love for someone else
“Your love for someone else is bringin’ us down”
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getting the rights to print the lyrics to Toxic by Britney Spears costs extra so we didn't get those sorry just google it
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9. |
Pronouns
00:55
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(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, motherfucker!)
Say the goddamn pronouns, motherfucker
Say the goddamn pronouns
Say the goddamn pronouns, motherfucker
Or I’ll cut your eyes out
There’s an expectation that you’ll respect
If I’m he, she, they, or ze
If you don’t say what I tell you to say
Then I’ll kick in your fuckin’ teeth
(Suck a motherfucking cock)
My gender can be a bicycle
If I fucking want it to be
If you think that sounds ridiculous
You can drink my fucking pee
You invented a box to put people in
Based on if they got a dick
If you insist that this bullshit needs to exist
Then I’ll do what I want with it
What the fuck are your pronouns, motherfucker?
Say your goddamn pronouns
I don’t care if you’re cis, motherfucker
Tell everyone your pronouns
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Let’s take an odyssey through time and space to a place
Where all the girls wear blue and the boys wear leashes
At least when there is a difference
Remember the chick you called fat so she’d starve herself?
Now she’s wearing a strap-on and slapping your ass with Orion’s belt
While you’re hanging from the ceiling
One of her boyfriends introduced her to you
Now he’s one of your boyfriends, cause you wanna impress her
Yeah
This is how the world ends
With you getting banged by a leathered-up transman on the viewscreen
On Earth you had your macho, your booze, and your pick-up lines
But now it’s the future, and in the new world
You can only get girls if you suck a lotta dick
Cruisin’ on the trans starship feminist BDSM paradise
Now, Claire and Joe said if you have the time
You can watch her put her penis into his vagina
But if mistress calls, you’ll have to decline
Your girl insists you’re a bottom slut
You’re inclined to agree while getting fucked in the butt
As she watches, from the middle of the plaza on Deck 5
This is how the world ends
If you won’t wear a skin-tight jockstrap, then no one’ll want you
The things you have to stoop to to get any love around here
Well maybe you like it, flexing your pecs
While your nerdy girlfriend jills off to you sucking on a dick
Cruisin’ on the trans starship feminist BDSM paradise
Well you had never been receiver in the anal sex
Till you got it from a boy who bleeds double-X
And with a whiplash you're taken to task
For all the things you did before the patriarchy was smashed
Now you're tied down by the watchful eyes
Of all the women that you'd ever objectified
They said to cishet men, “Go and fuck yourselves”
And the best part is that this is what you wanted
This is how the world ends
With the blast of a warp drive powered by your male tears
For every catcall there’s a cat o’ nine tails comin’ at ya
It’s a utopia, ‘cause in the new world
You’ll get beaten by a girl ‘cause you’re such a fuckin' dick
Cruisin’ on the trans starship feminist BDSM paradise
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11. |
RuPaul's Frack Race
03:47
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There are only a few hundred individuals responsible for the overwhelming majority of greenhouse gases
And one of them is Mama Ru
She’s that empress with her fierce jeweled crown
And she don't care if you call her a sellout
Took your culture and she made it her brand
That's how you play, it's just the law of the land
But it was not enough for she
To make it a commodity
To turn your queerness into business
And to sell your raison d'etre
Bitch, she put on these nails
To hydrofracture some shale
You came to play, she came to slay
Entire ecosystems, hunty
Well she hasn’t made quite enough money
Off the backs of fiercer queens
So she'll dig down into the earth
And poison the sky
And she don't care if it cause an earthquake
She’ll profit off a billion deaths
That will occur over the coming decades
Good luck after she fucks it up, queen
She saw Paris is Burning, and she thought
Why not the rest of the world?
If she could monetize stopping it turning
Well she would, and who cares if she should?
So make a scene and stand out
As long as you're not too loud
She’s the acceptable volume
At which you can be queer and proud
Don't walk the trail that she blazed
She’ll scorch the earth in her wake
And bring 450ppm of CO₂ the runway
Well she hasn’t made quite enough money
Off the backs of fiercer queens
So she'll dig down into the earth
And poison the sky
And she don't care if it cause an earthquake
She’ll profit off a billion deaths
That will occur over the coming decades
Good luck after she fucks it up, queen
10, 10, 10 degrees Celsius across the globe
Category is: “Ecocidal Crimes Against Humanity”
Yas queen, sashay to the guillotine
Yas queen, sashay to the guillotine
Yas queen, sashay to the guillotine
Yas queen, sashay to the guillotine
Bring it to the guillotine
Bring it to the guillotine
Bring it to the guillotine, guillotine
Gui- gui- gui- guillotine
Yas queen, sashay to the guillotine
Yas queen, sashay to the guillotine
Bring it to the guillotine, guillotine
Gui- gui- gui- guillotine
Well she’s settin’ this planet on fire
And not metaphorically
Cause she’ll dig down into the earth
And poison the sky
And she don't care if it cause an earthquake
She’ll profit off a billion deaths
That will occur over the coming decades
Good luck after she fucks it up, queen
She’ll plan to be dead and gone
Before the kids who look up to her
Have to clean up the mess that she made
Good luck after she fucks it up, queen
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12. |
Good Boy
03:52
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Puppy, it’s fine if you have fears
You know it’s okay if you need to shed tears
No it’s not as bad as it seems to appear
But your beautiful mind don’t always make that clear
When livin’ in this world leaves you frightened
Remember this trick to which you’re enlightened
Curl your hands into balls and pretend they’re your paws
And let your human thoughts and worries fade away
It’s alright if you need
When you’re scared, distraught, and insecure
To come curl up in Alpha’s arms
And he’ll remind you that
You’re a good boy
You’ve been oh, so good for me
You’re the best I’ve ever seen
I’ll sing you this song
I’ll tell you day and night long
Till you know you’re a good boy
Pup, it's all right, I won't be mad
You can show me that smile
And lemme see that tail wag another day
Soon as you are ready
There's not a moment too late
Take your time till you're okay
When living in this world makes you uneasy
I will be here to caress you sweetly
And remind you that you're incredible
When it gets loud in your head
Just listen to this instead
It’s alright if you need
When you’re scared, distraught, and insecure
To come curl up in Alpha’s arms
And he’ll remind you that
You’re a good boy
You’ve been oh, so good for me
You’re the best I’ve ever seen
I’ll sing you this song
I’ll tell you day and night long
Till you know you’re a good boy
When I used to hear
"Just don't cry, it's all fine"
"You don't have to be afraid"
I would always feel
Like there was something to be ashamed of
And that's not right
You can overcome your fears
In your own time, there's no crime
In crying till the feeling clears
While I pet your head and call you mine
You’ve been oh, so good for me
You’re the best I’ve ever seen
I’ll sing you this song
I’ll tell you day and night long
Till you know you’re a good boy
Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!
Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy!
Who’s a good boy? (You’re a good boy!)
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13. |
Refugees
04:49
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Into the great unknown
In fear of losing our home
With the stroke of a pen
Threatening to erase us
Our lives can be revoked
Hard won rights in limbo
When your shield's on the books
It's thin as the pages
Well I'd never take us for renegades
But when I hold your hand we look menacing
So now the tide could change for us suddenly
And we'll need to run
I swear I'll keep us free
No border crossing will rip you away from me
Hold on tight, I'll never let them take you
I know it might turn out to be
The rest of our lives as rainbow refugees
Hold on tight, our love will help us break through
Our time is running low
When will we lose our coast?
In the wind and the rain
They ain't gonna save us
When they need to take control
We'll be deemed expendable
When there's nowhere to live
They won't need to cage us
Well I'd never take us for renegades
But when I hold your hand we look menacing
So now the tide could change for us suddenly
And we'll need to run
I swear I'll keep us free
No border crossing will rip you away from me
Hold on tight, I'll never let them take you
I know it might turn out to be
The rest of our lives as rainbow refugees
Hold on tight, our love will help us break through
When they changed up the regime
We knew we'd be losing sleep
We laid our best plans
Filled our go-bags with our dreams
And, oh, I hope we find our friends
But I know I'll be with you till the end
Well I'd never take us for renegades
But when I hold your hand we look menacing
So now the tide could change for us suddenly
And we'll need to run
I swear I'll keep us free
No border crossing will rip you away from me
Hold on tight, I'll never let them take you
I know it might turn out to be
The rest of our lives as rainbow refugees
Hold on tight, our love will help us break through
Oh my god, I never thought it'd be this soon
No more time, no waiting to be rescued
Hold on tight, I'll never let them
I'll never let them take you
Hold on tight, our love will help us break through
And we'll run
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Dog Park Dissidents New Orleans, Louisiana
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