I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to go

Got Madonna blaring out the stereo

And wonderbread says he's beautiful

I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show

'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen

I use up all my gasoline

I'm a walking cemetery

So many dead things inside of me

Scene doors open to the doe-eyed boys

Pincushions fluffed with steroids

These Hollywood-made androids

They've got some steel but do they got a voice

Jealous mind makes jealous things come true

Think Alexander the Great is coming through

So I better head to the bathroom

Before I meet the ensuing doom

And when I look in the mirror

I know I'm not alone

I've got an army of me

But I have no control

And I'm stuck at this party

With a thirty year-old

He makes stars

Just flame me, flame me, flame me

There's a battleship inside of me

It creaks and moans in apology

For all the sick shit done in vanity

For this cult of masculinity

But I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen

I use up all my gasoline

I'm a walking cemetery

So many dead men inside of me

Can somebody tell me why the

Butch hate the belles?

When we've got plenty of Baptists

Coveting our souls to hell

Too many wars, too many gay etiquette laws

Find your cause

Stop throwing their mud

Indoors

I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to go

Got Madonna blaring out the stereo

And wonderbread says he's beautiful

I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show

'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen

I use up all my gasoline

I'm a walking cemetery

So many dead things inside of me