You ride your | |
John Deere down to the pond | |
Just to watch me struggle along. | |
You say you got your daddy's seed in you | |
And you think you're bored with anything there is to do with me. | |
You wipe your hands across your bare chest | |
And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair. “ | |
Expelled from school,” you tell me with a grin, “ | |
I copped a feel from an ex-girlfriend.” | |
I know you want to break the rules- | |
And so you ride all day long, all by yourself, ‘ | |
Til you feel strong- | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be | |
Standing in the way | |
Of everything | |
I see. You wanna know why | |
I had to go | |
Down to the baseball park to see you blow it. | |
All the balls just fall from your hands, | |
And your daddy asks me, | |
When is he gonna be a man?” | |
I know you want to change the truth- | |
So you ride all night long | |
With your boys in those muscle cars. | |
And you go down to the city | |
And laugh at the faggots | |
Until the girls look pretty and until you feel strong- | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be | |
Standing in the way | |
Of everything that you could see. | |
I'm just a magnet for the rural faggots. | |
They come and knock on my door | |
Just to find they're running out of time | |
To figure out what they come here for. | |
I know you want to know the truth | |
And I'm the dyke who will give it to you. | |
By this time next year you'll know you're queer | |
It'll all be okay | |
It'll all be clear | |
And you'll run away from home | |
But not to be alone | |
And you'll go down to the city | |
Where the boys are pretty | |
And where you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be |
You ride your | |
John Deere down to the pond | |
Just to watch me struggle along. | |
You say you got your daddy' s seed in you | |
And you think you' re bored with anything there is to do with me. | |
You wipe your hands across your bare chest | |
And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair. " | |
Expelled from school," you tell me with a grin, " | |
I copped a feel from an exgirlfriend." | |
I know you want to break the rules | |
And so you ride all day long, all by yourself, ' | |
Til you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be | |
Standing in the way | |
Of everything | |
I see. You wanna know why | |
I had to go | |
Down to the baseball park to see you blow it. | |
All the balls just fall from your hands, | |
And your daddy asks me, | |
When is he gonna be a man?" | |
I know you want to change the truth | |
So you ride all night long | |
With your boys in those muscle cars. | |
And you go down to the city | |
And laugh at the faggots | |
Until the girls look pretty and until you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be | |
Standing in the way | |
Of everything that you could see. | |
I' m just a magnet for the rural faggots. | |
They come and knock on my door | |
Just to find they' re running out of time | |
To figure out what they come here for. | |
I know you want to know the truth | |
And I' m the dyke who will give it to you. | |
By this time next year you' ll know you' re queer | |
It' ll all be okay | |
It' ll all be clear | |
And you' ll run away from home | |
But not to be alone | |
And you' ll go down to the city | |
Where the boys are pretty | |
And where you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be |
You ride your | |
John Deere down to the pond | |
Just to watch me struggle along. | |
You say you got your daddy' s seed in you | |
And you think you' re bored with anything there is to do with me. | |
You wipe your hands across your bare chest | |
And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair. " | |
Expelled from school," you tell me with a grin, " | |
I copped a feel from an exgirlfriend." | |
I know you want to break the rules | |
And so you ride all day long, all by yourself, ' | |
Til you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be | |
Standing in the way | |
Of everything | |
I see. You wanna know why | |
I had to go | |
Down to the baseball park to see you blow it. | |
All the balls just fall from your hands, | |
And your daddy asks me, | |
When is he gonna be a man?" | |
I know you want to change the truth | |
So you ride all night long | |
With your boys in those muscle cars. | |
And you go down to the city | |
And laugh at the faggots | |
Until the girls look pretty and until you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be | |
Standing in the way | |
Of everything that you could see. | |
I' m just a magnet for the rural faggots. | |
They come and knock on my door | |
Just to find they' re running out of time | |
To figure out what they come here for. | |
I know you want to know the truth | |
And I' m the dyke who will give it to you. | |
By this time next year you' ll know you' re queer | |
It' ll all be okay | |
It' ll all be clear | |
And you' ll run away from home | |
But not to be alone | |
And you' ll go down to the city | |
Where the boys are pretty | |
And where you feel strong | |
Strong enough to stay | |
Strong enough to be |