Queer Gods

Don’t get your panties in a bunch
I'm just saying what we’re all thinking
It’s tedious to play within
Predetermined roles we’re all given

Don’t you get tired of being the good guy
Don’t you get tired of being the dry eye in the room
Can’t you see past the pink and blue queues
In the thick of the night I pray to the queer gods

Give me a better guy, give me a better guy
I'm something ancient radiating round the shovеl while you’re digging
You find the bonеs and the little tomes but not the meaning
Sifting through gems and calling them sand

You press my waves as I flow through your hand
From the earth and sea I'm the Sun and the night
In the shifting light I pray to the queer gods

When it gets colder on your own
Steal your breath and close your eyes
Heaven is wasted on the throne
When it gets colder on your own
Soaked in blight and cheap cologne
Knees to the dirt eyes to the sky
Give me
Give me a better guy