Lyrics
Back to the room
Back to the space from whence I come
That blessed room
That's where I wish that I could run
I would be pure
I would feel safe
And I would swim and sleep all day
Back to the room
So I can escape
From all the human ruin
They want to try me, call me a sissy
They try to rough me up, see if I'm man enough
I feel so ugly, I'll change my body
Just rearrange me, get on up out of me
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother dear
Back to the room
Where I don't have to hate myself
That blessed room
Where I don't have to fake myself
I've got to get back to the room
Reverse my descent into hell
I can be pure
I can escape from all the savage damage
Indian killer, Indian giver
Call me a nigger, where are my forty acres?
I'm not black enough, I ain't white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa Clauses
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother dear
They want to try me, call me a sissy
They try to rough me up, see if I'm man enough
I feel so ugly, I'll change my body
Stain on my bedsheet, suck my androgyny
Indian killer, Indian giver
Call me a nigger, where are my forty acres?
I ain't black enough, I'm not white enough
Burning white Christmas crosses
Break all the Santa Claus, fuck all the Santa Clauses
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother dear
Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother
Oh mother dear
