If I erase all the borders from your map can you still tell me
where's the country
you're so proud of?

If I stood you on the border
blindfold you
and turn you around and around and around
will you still find the 'right' side?

If I show you a sample
of your blood
of my blood
will you be able to tell
I'm one of us or one of them,
you're one of us or one of them?
I'm one of us or one of them,
you're one of us or one of them?

You don't carry a flag to show where you belong to.
Carrying a flag shows where you don't.

If I leave you in the dark
will you still know by heart
who's one of us, who's one of them,
who's one of us, who's one of them?

The fuel to burn all flags is the only fuel I might start a war for.
To end it all.

I'm a morphodite love song

I've got 48 crushes
I've got 48 crushes on you

I'm a bi-curious scream queen
And yes, I'm a better man than you
I'm a female macho
I'm a handcuffed hunk
If I was your personal Batman, what would you rather be?
Would you be Robin or Catwoman or would you be my Batmobile?

I've got 48 crushes
I've got 48 crushes on you

I'm a morphodite love song
I'm a lipstick lezzie
I'm a part time breeder
I am 48 genders and rising

I'm a multiple choice vamp
I'm a high heel butch
I'm phallistically aroused
I am 48 genders and rising

Nipples don't lie

The tasty lipgloss, the breaking glass,
The shaved armpit, the last aspirin,
The long lost key, the softest pillow
This is what we're surrounded by

The speeding train

Queer pirates

We are pirates
So we stay alone
While we're cruising each other's homes

We are pirates
We get the cutest scars
While we're preying on each others' hearts

Queer pirates

EM is in the subtext

Trying not to be the cynic bitch
Trying not to end up in the bossy shit ditch
no more

Trying not to run and trying not to fight
Trying not to act up on the scenester fright yet
Trying not to fall for the physical side and
Trying not to sisyphos up my life

Yet I believe that sisyphos didn't work in vain
Yes, I believe that sisyphos didn't work in vain

Yes, we love the fashionistas
and we love our sloppy sisters
and the misters who just dressed up as if they didn't
dress up at all
trying to look as if they can't even spell 'mirror'

Don't push me, don't push me
We might be down with you

EM is in the subtext

Blame it on the ravers, blame it on the punks,
EM is in the subtext of your favourite song
ah-oh

Blame it on the vegans, blame it on the drunks,
EM is in the subtext of your fridge's hum
ah-oh

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head

Don't push me, don't push me
We might be down with you

through being cool
through being tool
not through being fuel
through.