I'm standing on the corner of 42nd Street
and the sun is on the rise
while the vampires go to sleep
and what this day will bring I really couldn't say
maybe Mother Mary will throw a bone my way
and I'm thinking of my mother
and the words that she said
to my back in the doorway when I left
She said:
What's wrong with you?
how could you be my child?
what did I do?
you're so wicked and so wild
it's very queer, much too queer for me
and how I wish to God you would leave ...
There's a $20 in my pocket
that I made down on my knees
cause that's how you do it
when you're living on the street
and I huddle in the doorway
when the rains starts to pour
and I wonder what it is
that I'm living for
and I'm thinking of my father
and the words that he said
to my back in the doorway as I left
He said:
What's wrong with you?
how could you be my child?
you're not daddy's pride and joy
just some faggot of a boy
it's very queer, much too queer for me
and how I wish to God that you would leave ...
So I did
in the middle of the night
packed my bag
and took to flight
looking back
I saw a light
in the kitchen window
and I thought ...
What's wrong with me?
what did I do?
all I ever wanted was to tell you the truth
it's all my fault
should have kept it to myself
and how I wish to God
that I was somebody else ...
