Pride Parade - Russian Girlfriends

I got pretty fried at the pride parade

I swear there was something extra in my lemonade

Made my way through the crowd like a Stonewall raid

Right for the residentials

The pigs were perched on every street

As I struggled to keep my smoke discreet

Eyed me up and down like I was fresh meat

But such is crossing Central

And some slicked up stud slinging costume beads

Six pack abs and cutoff jeans

Reeled me in and raised his keys

Who was I to say no?

Well I made it home alright I guess

My shirt was gone my hair was a mess

broadway kids

And I was carrying a pack of menthols

I lit one up first time in years

I inhaled death exhaled all fears

Shook the glitter outta my beard

And reveled in the rainbow

Pick up lines on the picket lines

Poison in the well

The pious signs of the passer-bys

Their puerile promise of a Hell

You raise your voice, it’s not a choice

Love is love man, let it grow

You raise your fist, it’s just a kiss

Can’t comprehend why you can’t let it go

You raise your book, you look so shook

That love transcends the status quo

A compassion your god has never known

Never known

Pick up lines on the picket lines

(Somewhere over the rainbow)

Poison in the well

(There is another rainbow)

The pious signs of the passer-bys

(Somewhere over the rainbow)

Their puerile promise of a Hell