| I hear the rock show winding down at the high school | |
| Kids out on the sidewalk, waiting for a ride | |
| All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the smokers | |
| Feel like they'll be waiting for the rest of their lives | |
| Alright I hear what you're saying to me | |
| Alright I hear what | |
| I just can't do | |
| But I got this spark | |
| I got to feed it something | |
| Or put it out for good | |
| The stadium lights were breaking through the bleachers | |
| I spent all day pushing tissue roses into chicken wire | |
| Hey S.G.A., | |
| I'm an overachiever of the wrong persuasion | |
| A pep rally kid, a new gender nation with a new desire | |
| Alright I hear what you're saying to me | |
| Alright I hear what | |
| I just can't do | |
| But I got this spark | |
| I got to feed it something | |
| Or put it out for good | |
| Rub up against it till you it gets inside you | |
| Rub up against it till its understood | |
| Those aren't your friends talking shit about you | |
| We've had it bad, we're gonna make it good | |
| Alright I hear what you're saying to me (rub up against me till its alright) | |
| Alright I hear what | |
| I just can't do (rub up against me till its alright) | |
| But we got this spark, we got to feed it something (rub up against me and) |