Jay Brannan - On All Fours lyrics

Three weeks and counting 'til he's on his way to France Not a dime in his pocket, but a ticket in his hand He's a cynical ba*tard, but there's hope in his eyes It's been a ling time comin', spent a long time runnin' from his insides He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed But nothing tastes as clever as it sounds in his head He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in He should have billions of dollars, cuz every a**hole's put two cents in CHORUS: But he writes the songs snad he can say what he wants, yeah, He can be who he wants to And they say he's wrong, but they keep tagging along, yeah, They can leave if they want to And his way will never meet yours He's got the world on his back and watch him as he takes it on all fours 9 out of 10 motherf**ers agree that his f**ing foul language is a f**ing travesty but motherf**ing f** is just another f**ing word the idea a word is dirty is to him f**ing absurd CHORUS AND THIS WORLD WILL SOON BE THE DEATH OF HIM AND HIS VOICE WILL FADE AWAY AND HIS JEANS WILL BE ALL THAT IS LEFT OF HIM AND THEY'LL WONDER IF HE WAS OKAY AND THE ALKIES'LL SAY IT WAS DRINKIN' AND THE PREACHER WILL SAY IT WAS SIN AND HIS MOTHER WILL SAY HE WAS THINKIN' ONLY OF HIMSELF AGAIN AND THE GAYS WILL SAY IT WAS STRAIGHT PEOPLE AND THE STRAIGHTS WILL SAY IT WAS AIDS AND HE'LL BE IN LINE AT THE GATE PEOPLE STILL STANDING IN HIS WAY, IN HIS WAY CHORUS