I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to gonGot Madonna blaring out the stereonAnd wonderbread says he's beautifulnI wonder why I drive to this waxwork show.n'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen,nI use up all my gasoline.nI'm a walking cemeterynSo many dead things inside of me.nnScene doors open to the doe-eyed boysnPincushions fluffed with steroidsnThese Hollywood-made androidsnThey've got some steel but do they got a voice.nJealous mind makes jealous things come true.nThink Alexander the Great is coming throughnSo I better head to the bathroomnBefore I meet the ensuing doom.nnAnd when I look in the mirrornI know I'm not alone.nI've got an army of menBut I have no controlnAnd I'm stuck at this partynWith a thirty year-oldnHe makes starsnJust flame me, flame me, flame me.nnThere's a battleship inside of menIt creaks and moans in apologynFor all the sick shit done in vanitynFor this cult of masculinity.nBut I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueennI use up all my gasoline.nI'm a walking cemeterynSo many dead men inside of me.nnCan somebody tell me why thenButch hate the belles?nWhen we've got plenty of BaptistsnCoveting our souls to hell.nToo many wars, too many gay etiquette lawsnFind your cause.nStop throwing their mudnIndoors.nnI'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to gonGot Madonna blaring out the stereonAnd wonderbread says he's beautifulnI wonder why I drive to this waxwork show.n'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen,nI use up all my gasoline.nI'm a walking cemeterynSo many dead things inside of me.