Chisel All My Kin
Bow your head down for those who've gone 'round and those who've gone away in hopes they'll live another day. Oh, I say, though you might doubt, you won't get out. No matter how you try, it's in your blood until you die. Though why I care is quite beyond my mind. It seems it's just a waste of time. I run away but still, I find myself just coming back again, so glad to be here in the end with all my... A freaky priesthood- they're up to no good, but still, I will respect and love the collar 'round my neck. Though I say, if you should falter, my little altar boys and altar girls, then you will join me in the world of those who wonder how to be so blind, and happy 'till the end of time. We run away, but still, we find ourselves just coming back again, so glad to be here in the end with all my kin. Seasoned sinners and all beginners, come together now and stand up when they stand to bow and try to get your fears out and keep the queers out. I'd love to let them see, there's no one here as queer as me. So glad to be here in the end with all my kin
