The paint on my lips is a blood red We're teeming with life but we're all dead We write on the walls, Dance in the street We kick our heels on the concrete And my skirt's too short My wig's too long We don't ever feel like we belong We belong American, We're American Queers We hold our breath out in the street We hold our hands in the backseat Kiss my lips, and touch me Teach me to learn how to be free And my chest is bound My ass is round We are the lost that can never be found Never be found American, We're American Queers American, We're American Queers American, American Queers