Hey, this song is for Marilyn and every drag queen... Oh brother, it's not like the past We were wearing stilettos and talking too fast Pa**ing the mirror hung up in pose The boys they were fairest in immaculate clothes Lunch with Janet Street Porter and Marilyn's nose But this life is a baby, so sad when it grows Into you and me, ah what the hell we're gonna be? Where will we go, and what will we be? If we can't communicate intelligently There's a price on my head but I'll never be free I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'? No more crying No more trying Please, no more dying I just wanna be free I'm taking the trouble right to your door Why'd you do it you ba*tard, don't love you no more Sinners beside me, saints on the right And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight If you feel insecure, well just turn off the light Where will we go, and what will we be? If we can't communicate intelligently There's a price on my head but I've never been free I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'? I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?