I wrote unfriendly things
Truly cruel
On the day that you were born
To prove that words cannot touch beauty
But I was torn
I put it off, put it off
I put it off again
I put if off, I put if off
I put it off again
I made degenerate art
For the religious right
On the day that you were born
I had a passion to experiment
But I was torn
Put if off, I put if off
I put it off again
I put if off, I put if off
I put it off again
I put if off, I put if off
I put it off again
I put if off, I put if off
I put it off, I put it off again
I put if off, I put if off
I put it off again
I played Love Tara
By Eric's Trip
The day that you were born
I had to find the cuteness
In the unadorned
I put if off, I put if off
I put it off again
I put if on, I put if on
I put it on again
I put if on, I put if on
I put it on again
I put if on, I put if on
I put it on again