Wish that I could love you more Than the times we stopped to score The wastelands we been through before Just because we know them But our Gay glimpses disappear Sabotaged by guilt and fear And the demons whisper in our ear That we can't show them We're manikins all staunch and clean While we scheme our hollow dreams And we don't believe men ought to cry for men Because we're trapped in Straight White Patterns And they're coming down again So pay the price for Straight White Patterns And don't think of what might have been We need these fears to vanish But it seems like we've been banished To the roles that mold these mannish Modes of distance We never seem to comprehend That love is not some dividend A plot to get more than we spend Till out resistance
Gets ground down to the bone Our hearts are out on loan To strangers locked in stilted pantomime But we buy them Straight White Patterns Spend our lives in the five-and-dime Where the price for Straight While Patterns Is surrender to our gender one more time How much time do we need alone Fighting dragons on our own While we hang our heads in woebegone Misgivings Waiting for men friends to return A smile while stoic ulcers churn Our guts to grit, when will we learn That Gay is for the living We just lay low and hide our pain And do like we was trained Our desperation's easy to explain We're trapped in Straight White Patterns And they're coming down again So pay the price for Straight White Patterns And don't think of what might have been