Cryin' These Cocksucking Tears

Oh I'm fighting for when there wont be no straight men,

Because you’ve all got a common disease.

Can't hear very much for loving and such,

But you take it wherever you please.

Tell me the story, your half of the glory,

As Galahad's gallop is near.

Your lies can’t deceive me,

I know that you'll leave me

Crying these cocksucking tears.

Crying these cocksucking tears.

But now you have guessed I am not too impressed

With your talents as an engineer.

You build up your steeple and you rivet more people

To keep it erect in the air.

It seems you've forgotten, your daydreams are rotten

Your ways are alarmingly clear.

Your victories ain’t wanted,

As long as I'm haunted

By all these cocksucking tears,

By all these cocksucking tears.

Well for most of my life, I wanted a wife,

And a secret like many freaks do.

Oh but this kind of hat-trick, dissected by Patrick

Now seems less queer than just rude.

I've come now to reckon, with men on the spectrum:

That the closet has nothing for you.

I don't want to scold you,

I just want to hold you

Through all your cocksucking tears.

Oh bathe me in cocksucking tears.

It looks like your enjoyment when you're on unemployment,

There you are with your rows begging you.

You lost all your magic, and you think that it's tragic

That no one comes crying for you.

Well your sex is a broken record

It's been screeching for ten thousand years.

The battle's begun, sir,

I tell you, I'm done, sir,

Crying these cock sucking tears.

The ballet has begun, sir,

I tell you, I'm all done, sir!

Crying these cocksucking tears.