Lyrics
I ainīt me!
Got a demons egg and it might just hatch
īcuz the shell is pretty thin
it contains the anger, angst and misery
that I had burried deep within
The black dark ocean of depression
And I am drowning with a smile
You know me You donīt know me
But youīll notice in a while
I ainīt me!
Everyday is sad when you think of all
the people that freak me out
And the truth is simple itīs seldom told
But itīs what this shitīs about
Thereīs no cotton ball to make you shut up
Now everyone rewind
When the gunshot bullet hits the ground
You finally may find
I ainīt me!
I am at this place I took up the chase
But I guess it just escaped
Iīm the conquerer, Iīm the murderer
Iīm the silly guy that faked
Spill the blood on the floor put the bottle down
The wine is red and cheap
"This is romantic" I hear you say
while I lie awake and weep
I ainīt me!
Ginsberg
You say Ginsberg was queer
and the opression he faced lead him to write howl
Had he been straight he couldnīt have done so
Heīd have lacked the minority know-how
Well...
I donīt think so, no
I donīt think so, no
There would be no less masterpieces
Was homophobia to go
You say Fine writer Gertrude Stein
was in an akward position as a lesbian
Had she been free to speak her mind
itīd have been unneccesary to find new forms of expression
Well...
I donīt think so, no
I donīt think so, no
There would be no less masterpieces
Was homophobia to go
You ask me what about this song
Wouldnīt it be even worse without a topic
Do you think I couldnīt strike the same chords
unable to write on some other subject
Well...
I donīt think so, no
I donīt think so, no
There would be no less crappy music
Was homophobia to go