Queers Why Is It Always This Way
Hey hey hey
Why is it always this way?
Last time I saw her alive
She was wavin', wavin' bye bye
She was contemplating suicide
Now she's lying
In a bottle of formaldehyde
And oh, I just don't know
Why I can't let her go
Oh I just don't know
Hey hey hey
Why is it always this way?
Last time I saw her alive
She was going to the wash and dry
She was outside hitchin' a ride
Now she's lying
In a bottle of formaldehyde.
