All dressed up and nowhere to go,
Walking the streets all alone.
Another night to wish you could forget,
Making yourself up as you go along.

Who's gonna take you home tonight?
Who's gonna take you home?
Does god bless your transual heart, [bad word] Trans Soul Rebel?

Yet to be born you're already dead
You sleep with a gun beside you in bed.
You follow it through to the obvious end:
Slit your veins wide open,
You bleed it out.

You should've been a mother,
You should've been a wife.
You should've been gone from here years ago,
You should be living a different life.