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The Bronx - Transsexual Blackout (The Movement) somewhere along the way i had to break away just like a flash of light seen running into the night i can't quit, i won't stop i confessed i've always been a mess and then i woke up in your wedding dress baby, you know i gotta swing from gallows cause my head already hangs low cause these days are so slow give me an empty canvas so i can throw it away cause 26 years on the run ain't no fun i can't quit i won't stop no matter what you say or who you do there's no way in hell i'm coming back to you baby you know, i gotta swing from gallows cause my head already hangs low cause these days are so slow i don't want romance and i don't need a second chance i just want out of this fucking quicksand i gotta burn this wasteland down because i'm tired of fucking around baby you know i gotta swing from gallows cause my head already hangs low cause these days are so slow i don't want romance and i don...

The Residents - The Confused Transsexual Some say the song of a crow is a cry Some say the cry of a crow is a lie I wonder what it's like to be one of them Do they get jealous? Are some blacker And therefore creators of envy and mistrust in the dark hearts Of their brethren? Or do they just exist Scavenging crumbs of carrion here and there Laughing, cackling really At the two legged pestilence Painfully fouling the ground beneath their airborne pirouettes Do they really want their screaching and hideous demanding offspring Or do they simply have no choice But to follow compulsions blindly Driving them into situations they cannot control Situations that look so easy and desirable But lead only to the same pain And the same suffering And the same lifeless branches that always indicate A barrier of barren emptiness Dead trees are everywhere