| Song | My Brother Is Gay |
| Artist | The Vandals |
| Album | Internet Dating Superstuds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fitzgerald, Quackenbush | |
| Christmas 1994, not like the year before. | |
| We didn't want to know. | |
| Buried our heads in the snow... | |
| Looking back it was obvious to everyone. | |
| But then again he's not just anyone. | |
| We used to laugh and call him names. | |
| Some things | |
| I wish I could change. | |
| Snow fell. | |
| He was burning up inside. | |
| Tired of living a lie. | |
| He just had to say. | |
| We learned my brother was gay. | |
| It came on silent night. | |
| Mother's face went white. | |
| She said "I have to sit". | |
| Father had a fit. | |
| I'm learning to deal with it. | |
| My brother is ggg.... | |
| My brother is ggg... | |
| Looking back it was obvious to everyone. | |
| But then again he's not just anyone. | |
| We used to laugh and call him names. | |
| Some things | |
| I wish I could change. | |
| Christmas 1994, can't take it back to the store. | |
| Like a shirt that doesn't fit. | |
| I'm learning to deal with it. | |
| I'm learning to deal with it. | |
| My brother is gay. | |
| My brother is gay. | |
| I guess it's | |
| OK My brother is gay. |
| zuo ci : Fitzgerald, Quackenbush | |
| Christmas 1994, not like the year before. | |
| We didn' t want to know. | |
| Buried our heads in the snow... | |
| Looking back it was obvious to everyone. | |
| But then again he' s not just anyone. | |
| We used to laugh and call him names. | |
| Some things | |
| I wish I could change. | |
| Snow fell. | |
| He was burning up inside. | |
| Tired of living a lie. | |
| He just had to say. | |
| We learned my brother was gay. | |
| It came on silent night. | |
| Mother' s face went white. | |
| She said " I have to sit". | |
| Father had a fit. | |
| I' m learning to deal with it. | |
| My brother is ggg.... | |
| My brother is ggg... | |
| Looking back it was obvious to everyone. | |
| But then again he' s not just anyone. | |
| We used to laugh and call him names. | |
| Some things | |
| I wish I could change. | |
| Christmas 1994, can' t take it back to the store. | |
| Like a shirt that doesn' t fit. | |
| I' m learning to deal with it. | |
| I' m learning to deal with it. | |
| My brother is gay. | |
| My brother is gay. | |
| I guess it' s | |
| OK My brother is gay. |
| zuò cí : Fitzgerald, Quackenbush | |
| Christmas 1994, not like the year before. | |
| We didn' t want to know. | |
| Buried our heads in the snow... | |
| Looking back it was obvious to everyone. | |
| But then again he' s not just anyone. | |
| We used to laugh and call him names. | |
| Some things | |
| I wish I could change. | |
| Snow fell. | |
| He was burning up inside. | |
| Tired of living a lie. | |
| He just had to say. | |
| We learned my brother was gay. | |
| It came on silent night. | |
| Mother' s face went white. | |
| She said " I have to sit". | |
| Father had a fit. | |
| I' m learning to deal with it. | |
| My brother is ggg.... | |
| My brother is ggg... | |
| Looking back it was obvious to everyone. | |
| But then again he' s not just anyone. | |
| We used to laugh and call him names. | |
| Some things | |
| I wish I could change. | |
| Christmas 1994, can' t take it back to the store. | |
| Like a shirt that doesn' t fit. | |
| I' m learning to deal with it. | |
| I' m learning to deal with it. | |
| My brother is gay. | |
| My brother is gay. | |
| I guess it' s | |
| OK My brother is gay. |