in a sea of white faces
i heard the latest version of the clash.
still no ticket for the races,
and the sisters still get the shaft.
we got a punk rock problem
i’m tired of playing shirts and skins here.
how do we sing against the system
when we’re a main offender?
put it in a blender and let me get the hang
of how it fits together
and how we came to be.
i’m a child
of the m to m program.
bus em out to the suburbs,
but we never got to know em.
i had a s*x education
without a word for my gender
all these half-hearted tries-
put em in a blender.
let me get the hang of
how we can fit together
and still keep our ident*ty.
now the kids are hip hip hopping,
and everybody’s co-opting.
the straight girls are slumming it
at the suicide queers’ gig.
yeah, we’re all *ssimilatin’,
but we’re still segregated.
and its all for the market man,
he says “put em in a blender and
see where the money lands.”
put em in a blender and let them get the hang
of thinking that they’ve been here
and thinking things are gonna change.