Lyrics:
on queer street on the right
And as they sit in the middle of the dark, all alone in the dark
A city boy and a suburb girl, two worlds apart
Two worlds apart
on which he might retire.
In consequence he paid no heed to bills and fines and fees,
And he ended up down 'Queer Street' with 'Lady Poverty'.
and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the Jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar
Street Queer. Ayesha Erotica. This is a Crystal CXNT production
Yo! Throw them shots back bitch, it's time to lose control
Make that ass clap, throw
jealousy's a disease, bitch
I know you're mad at us
And we just paid you dust
I know you're mad at us
Exposing you baby is what we do best
Street Queer
God, that's a bankroll
Shoot a man down, oh my God, now his body cold
Never trust a queer on the street unless his teeth are gold
If young people nice,
the house
Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very
the house
Homos roaming the streets in packs
Queer bashers with tyre-jacks
Lesbian counter-attacks
That stuff is for the big cities
Our town is very
as a mouse
For God is in the house
God is in the house
God is in the house
And no one's left in doubt
God is in the house
Homos roaming the streets in packs
at night in the city
Walkin' thru your back streets
Queens and queers and jungle teens
Red bricks, the steam and the heat
Release me from this nightmare
Is this safe to talk about here
Will I be screamed at on the street for being queer
What a lonely life it must be
To live in fear so comfortably
I
kasa
Everybody wan scatter we dey do um basabasa
Man just base no be say we fala fala
For the corner here we dey lash them patapata
Blurr, streets make
to flood the street
We make our own pails
Bootstraps
Underneath the table
Pay my Black tax
Call in Queer
Sick day on my period
Redlines
And no call backs
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these gets me thinking
When chickens get
ain't goin nowhere, no
We're here, Queer, Stayin
We're here
And we ain't goin nowhere, no
Nowhere, no
So much death out in these streets
We have had
come home
There's a bar across the street
And a band on stage
Breaking it down
It's the new rage
They're drinking beer
And feeling queer
They have
hair caught fire, you're diseased
Snuggled up with little kids
Balloon fights in trees
You rock dish-washing gloves
Michael, you queer, you fucking
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
1950s
McCarthy and Roy
They set out on a crusade to destroy
What they saw with communist, wrong
Was the same for the queers lifelong
Red makes
Sunflower wait it's paparazzi swag shanti; wish chanter is street gang
Mink pastor krule mini's rick morty paparazzi... paparazzi... paparazzi...
In
My queers won't stop won't stop won't stop
Azadi
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Azadi
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always mix up their numbers you know
Oh, please...
But hear me out
At every hertz on radio
Shiny stars are walked upon
The streets of fame
No one loves
You like us on the video
You like us when you have control
You want an onscreen fantasy
But you hate us holding hands in the street
Do you want us
at your feet
The darkness inside
The blood on the street
We love you no matter what you are.
Trans
Queer
Straight
As long as it's weird
Bi
Loose
Pan
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