took those 'WINGS' and wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth . . . YES!! Yes! And then he SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR! And
year It's another day It's the same fight Dip around, sound the bell Mix it up and ?? where you live it up the beat And get risen up you're knocked down
beat And get risen up you're knocked down get it back and get it up Get off of queer street and get with us And get clear where we did it From the heart
easy Cause I turn on the TV I see more and more pain and less and less glory And it's the same ol' story Ya see year after year the programs sphered But
and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other.
out on the road every year to make they money The spring and the fall. The 45 city tours We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day Up in