Someone Tell the Boys

Oh, but kids, you know what really wrecked it Was his grand and histrionic exit And I sat on that bed so perplexed Strung out and fuming and vexed Whisper louder what you want from me Because I can't fucking hear you You keep crying the way Jesus do Maybe this isn't about ya Well, maybe this isn't about ya Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? I have anecdotes to offer They won't do much for this gentleman 'Cause his every thought's a sacrament And his every word's been said And I find this awfully boring But I wouldn't ever say Because God made boys all-knowing And I wish God made me gay And I wish God made me gay Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Couldn't hear what he said Probably something prolific just like my ex-boyfriend And he's got my ring in his bed He turned me sideways and said, "I don't wanna have sex" And I couldn't get a word in I should've paid him I'm just a vessel still I guess need to be filled But will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important anymore? Will someone tell the boys they're not important?