I hope I get shot dead for playing this song
So society can learn some fucking right and wrong
Because right now you don't know anything
I hope I catch a bullet straight to the head
So you'll remember every word I've said
Because the ones who speak the loudest
Well, they're all dead
We're not gonna let 'em win,
Are we, girls?
Are we, boys?
Those in between?
Don't let them tell you that you can't be angry
You've got the right to be.
I hope they murder me for existing
Because my parts ain't up for discussion
And I don't owe you no explanation
I hope they stab me to death and call me a fag
Just as long as they know I ain't a dude in drag
Because I'd rather you just kill me for who I am
I hope they kill me in a nice community
It's the perfect opportunity
To spill my blood on high society
I hope they slit my throat on capitol hill
So you can make a stupid law and call it "Jamie's Bill"
Who's it gonna help if we're dying still?
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