| You ride your | |
| John Deere down to the pond | |
| Just to watch me struggle along. | |
| You say you got your daddy's seed in you | |
| And you think you're bored with anything there is to do with me. | |
| You wipe your hands across your bare chest | |
| And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair. “ | |
| Expelled from school,” you tell me with a grin, “ | |
| I copped a feel from an ex-girlfriend.” | |
| I know you want to break the rules- | |
| And so you ride all day long, all by yourself, ‘ | |
| Til you feel strong- | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be | |
| Standing in the way | |
| Of everything | |
| I see. You wanna know why | |
| I had to go | |
| Down to the baseball park to see you blow it. | |
| All the balls just fall from your hands, | |
| And your daddy asks me, | |
| When is he gonna be a man?” | |
| I know you want to change the truth- | |
| So you ride all night long | |
| With your boys in those muscle cars. | |
| And you go down to the city | |
| And laugh at the faggots | |
| Until the girls look pretty and until you feel strong- | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be | |
| Standing in the way | |
| Of everything that you could see. | |
| I'm just a magnet for the rural faggots. | |
| They come and knock on my door | |
| Just to find they're running out of time | |
| To figure out what they come here for. | |
| I know you want to know the truth | |
| And I'm the dyke who will give it to you. | |
| By this time next year you'll know you're queer | |
| It'll all be okay | |
| It'll all be clear | |
| And you'll run away from home | |
| But not to be alone | |
| And you'll go down to the city | |
| Where the boys are pretty | |
| And where you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be |
| You ride your | |
| John Deere down to the pond | |
| Just to watch me struggle along. | |
| You say you got your daddy' s seed in you | |
| And you think you' re bored with anything there is to do with me. | |
| You wipe your hands across your bare chest | |
| And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair. " | |
| Expelled from school," you tell me with a grin, " | |
| I copped a feel from an exgirlfriend." | |
| I know you want to break the rules | |
| And so you ride all day long, all by yourself, ' | |
| Til you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be | |
| Standing in the way | |
| Of everything | |
| I see. You wanna know why | |
| I had to go | |
| Down to the baseball park to see you blow it. | |
| All the balls just fall from your hands, | |
| And your daddy asks me, | |
| When is he gonna be a man?" | |
| I know you want to change the truth | |
| So you ride all night long | |
| With your boys in those muscle cars. | |
| And you go down to the city | |
| And laugh at the faggots | |
| Until the girls look pretty and until you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be | |
| Standing in the way | |
| Of everything that you could see. | |
| I' m just a magnet for the rural faggots. | |
| They come and knock on my door | |
| Just to find they' re running out of time | |
| To figure out what they come here for. | |
| I know you want to know the truth | |
| And I' m the dyke who will give it to you. | |
| By this time next year you' ll know you' re queer | |
| It' ll all be okay | |
| It' ll all be clear | |
| And you' ll run away from home | |
| But not to be alone | |
| And you' ll go down to the city | |
| Where the boys are pretty | |
| And where you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be |
| You ride your | |
| John Deere down to the pond | |
| Just to watch me struggle along. | |
| You say you got your daddy' s seed in you | |
| And you think you' re bored with anything there is to do with me. | |
| You wipe your hands across your bare chest | |
| And rub your fingers through your crew cut hair. " | |
| Expelled from school," you tell me with a grin, " | |
| I copped a feel from an exgirlfriend." | |
| I know you want to break the rules | |
| And so you ride all day long, all by yourself, ' | |
| Til you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be | |
| Standing in the way | |
| Of everything | |
| I see. You wanna know why | |
| I had to go | |
| Down to the baseball park to see you blow it. | |
| All the balls just fall from your hands, | |
| And your daddy asks me, | |
| When is he gonna be a man?" | |
| I know you want to change the truth | |
| So you ride all night long | |
| With your boys in those muscle cars. | |
| And you go down to the city | |
| And laugh at the faggots | |
| Until the girls look pretty and until you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be | |
| Standing in the way | |
| Of everything that you could see. | |
| I' m just a magnet for the rural faggots. | |
| They come and knock on my door | |
| Just to find they' re running out of time | |
| To figure out what they come here for. | |
| I know you want to know the truth | |
| And I' m the dyke who will give it to you. | |
| By this time next year you' ll know you' re queer | |
| It' ll all be okay | |
| It' ll all be clear | |
| And you' ll run away from home | |
| But not to be alone | |
| And you' ll go down to the city | |
| Where the boys are pretty | |
| And where you feel strong | |
| Strong enough to stay | |
| Strong enough to be |