In a sea of white faces
I heard the latest version of The Clash.
Still no ticket for the races,
And the sisters still get the shaft.
We got a punk rock problem
I'm tired of playing shirts and skins here.
How do we sing against the system
When we're a main offender?
Put it in a blender and let me get the hang
Of how it fits together
And how we came to be.
I'm a child
Of the M to M Program.
Bus em out to the suburbs,
But we never got to know em.
I had a s** education
Without a word for my gender
All these half-hearted tries-
Put em in a blender.
Let me get the hang of
How we can fit together
And still keep our identity.
Now the kids are hip hip hopping,
And everybody's co-opting.
The straight girls are slumming it
At The Suicide Queers' gig.
Yeah, we're all a**imilatin',
But we're still segregated.
And its all for the market man,
He says
See where the money lands.
Put em in a blender and let them get the hang
Of thinking that they've been here
And thinking things are gonna change.
Amy Ray - Blender lyrics
Album Prom