Non Binary Sluts

Non-binary sluts and pencil-neck geeks
Built this country in a couple of weeks
They were banking, and wanking, and thanking
Their corporate masters for letting them bleed
Because baby, baby must feed

Yowza yowza, guns and glory
I use my guns to tell my story
Thoughts and prayers get weaponized
A mushroom cloud forms in your eye
Call my name if you got the guts
You get locked in a panic room with non-binary sluts
'Cause they have the power

I look in the mirror and don't know what to do
Because I expect to see me but only see you
Non-binary sluts are the reason I'm here today
They show me the way

Yowza yowza, it's hunky dory
My typewriter types my story
Mares eat oats and does eat mares
Can't get anything done if no one cares
Throw me under the bus, if you got the guts
It's death by a thousand cuts
With non-binary sluts

I'm alive tonight to be somebody's fool
I'm a guy tonight who don't play by the rules
You got the COVID-19 and you give me a hug
Sweeping our weird love under the rug

I say
Once bitten, once Byzantine
Twice shy, twice baked, what does it mean
I kill for sport, you kill to kill
Each harsh retort, each fleeting thrill
I can hold onto a grudge like a scorned mistress
Who keeps the judges on the payroll
I can refuse to fuck when I'm on top of your missus
Now tell me, did you really think I had a soul? (haha)

Who has the guns?
Who has the evil?
Who has the bend ones, broken ones, filthy ones

Yowza yowza, blood and gory
Fucking things up like a bloody Tory
You're only as strong as your weakest link
You always so wrong when you start to thing that
Staten Island girls need bigger butts
You need a night in the ruts to get over
Non-binary sluts
Because they have the power

Ooh yeah