don't critique boston punk or people will get mad at you - wimp (punk) lyrics

where’s my place? where’s my station? where’s my f*cking voice?
not a man, not a woman, not a f*cking choice
to the front? to the back? do i cling to the side?
where’s my place? where’s my sp*ce? do i stay outside?

when it’s girls to the front, or it’s bros in the pit
where do queers in between find a place to exist?
i don’t want your sp*ce, i just want my own
i’m erasing myself from where i once called home