CINDERBLOCK new Boston street punk!
NYHC LES Punks - Regis & Kathy Lee Show 1986
this what cis people sound like when i talk about being turned down for jobs for being trans “but they cant do that!”
“Day after day, I will walk and I will play.
But the day after today, I will stop and I will start.
Why can’t I get just one kiss?
Why can’t I get just one kiss?
There may be some things that I wouldn’t miss,
But I look at your pants and I need a kiss.
Why can’t I get just one screw?
Why can’t I get just one screw?
Believe me, I know what to do
But something won’t let me make love to you.
Why can’t I get just one fuck?
Why can’t I get just one fuck?
I guess it’s got something to do with luck.
But I waited my whole life for just one…
Day after day, I get angry and I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I’ll take a bow and say goodnight.
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum,
Have you kept your eye, your eye on your son?
I know you’ve got problems, you’re not the only one
When your sugar left, he left you on the run
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum
Take a look now at what your boy has done.
He’s walking around like he’s number one,
Went downtown and you got him a gun
So don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me.
You know you’ve got my sympathy
But don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me.
So don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
You know you’ve got my sympathy
But don’t shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me!
Broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs
Can I mix in with your affairs?
Share a smoke, make a joke,
Grasp and reach for a leg of hope?
Words to memorize, words hypnotize
Words make my mouth exercise
Words all failed the magic prize
Nothing I can say when I’m in your thighs.
Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother
I would love to love you, lover.
City is restless, it’s ready to pounce
Here in your bedroom, ounce for ounce.
Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-ma mother
I would love to love you, lover.
City is restless, it’s ready to pounce
Here in your bedroom, ounce for ounce
I’ve given you a decision to make
Things to lose, things to take
Just as she’s about ready to cut it up,
She says, “Wait a minute, honey, I’m gonna add it up!”
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!
Day after day, I get angry and I will say,
That the day is in my sight
When I’ll take a bow and say goodnight.
Goodnight.”
