what good is giving your soul to a group?
come get a unique name
life's no gay pride parade, old chum
come join the cabaret
look at facsimile, the group molds his mood
while they indoctrinate
life is not all one way, old schmucks
life is a cabaret
some gays get pride by scorning fags
"untrue to form" or "self-berating,"
dykes and gays have labels waiting
saw through your spinning my scoffs at your groups
as hiding my own self-hates
life's no gay pride parade, old schmuck
life is a cabaret
i used to have a girlfriend known as chrissy
with whom i laughed with when she acted ditzy
i know that i adored the blonde around her
as a matter of fact, it never died or soured
my gay i'd hide, we dated cuz we clicked or
we laughed so happy at the malls we lived for
but when i saw my brain lacked male i.d.
i unabashedly bought playgirl, she screamed
i think of chrissy to this very day
i remember "men" who turned my ego gay
what good is giving your soul to a group
come get a unique name
life's no gay pride parade, you schmucks
come join the cabaret
and as for me and chrissies,
i'll rave for guys just masturbatin'
cuz i know the hold is not healthy
start by admitting we lust what's taboo
self-image has caused the crave
pride is just anti-gay, you schmuck
and boners brown are a faint self-love
and i love what's anti-gay