I come from a place where every name
And every face seem so familiar
In came Miss Progress in her black dress
Look at the mess, she is a k**er
Much like you and I
In every case that's made
There has to be a traitor
It's me this time
And I'm trading fun for right
Will I regret the notion later?
Geraldine's a name that comes to mind
When I go back to reminiscing
Abilene's a woman for my childhood
I spent the evenings kissing
I'm a fool for dreaming her alive
And loving something cold and rocky
The h*mophobic gentlemen built barricades
But their efforts couldn't stop me
In came Miss Progress in her black dress
Look at the mess, she is a k**er