All dressed up and nowhere to go, Walking the streets all alone. Another night you wish you could forget, Making yourself up as you go along. Who's gonna take you home tonight? Does god bless your transsexual heart, True Trans Soul Rebel? Once you were born, you were already dead, You sleep with a gun beside you in bed. You follow through to the obvious end: See your veins wide open, You bleed it out. You should've been a mother, You should've been a wife. You should've been gone from here years ago, You should be living a different life.
Writer(s): laura jane grace, laura grace