Back To The Room - Rachid

Back to the room

Back to the space from whence I come

My 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 a lobotomy

Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother

Oh mother, dear

Back to the room

Where I don’t have to hate myself

My 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 nigga

Where are my 40 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 nigga

Where are my 40 acres

I’m not black enough

I’m not white enough

Burning white Christmas crosses

BREAK ALL THE SANTA CLAUSES

FUCK ALL THE SANTA CLAUSES!

Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother

Oh mother, dear