Playing too fatal, the fascist warmonger

Taking from welfare to murder the poor

Lying and stealing, with young boys for bait

So righteous and wrong

And they call that straight, straight, straight

Wearing the fashions we made and they laughed at

Dancing our dances, but always too late

Castrated lovers and ugly old women

Sick with frustration

They call that straight, straight, straight

Conservative, liberal, political bullshit

Justice for all, but we've all got to wait

The great-do-or-dier's, hypocritical liar

An ass and a fake

And they call that straight, straight, straight

Dirty old men with their dirty old money

Acting so funny, they all masturbate

Filthy they call us, but they all want to ball us

They love what they hate

And they call that straight, straight, straight

Giving their lives such sad limitations

Never creating, they must imitate

Imitate loving, imitate living, imitation nation

And they call that straight

I'm tired believing that things will be changing

I'm tired of hate, man, calling me strange

I'm tired of hearing the madness and jeering

Fuck it, mate, let's go get straight