You think you know the animal
until you strike a certain nerve
A latent homosex become so violent
when provoked and now obscured

Beyond the rage you feel
There's some appeal in this
And objects in the mirror
may be much closer than they might appear

Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me
Lost zoloft, lost zoloft
No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me
Lost zoloft, lost zoloft

One Miss America could never service you
(Chelsea queen with tambourine)
Confined until conformity achieved humiliation
(6, a tight machine)

You punch my face again
I'll have to call the State Police
I need my fingers fro my work
Brush the dirt stains off your knees