We bared our teeth through lipstick smearsnAnd clenched our fists like a gang of queersnnnWhen they arched their backs and threw us hissesnWe touched ourselves and blew them kissesnnnYou mark us as heretic prizenYou scowl at us while crucifiednnnWe'll only laugh and spit in your eyennnLast time these Mormons tried to kill usnWe made it out with the wit of our jokesnLast time these Mormons tried to kill usnWe made it out by the spit in our throats