I've seen the way that you crawl Into the backsides of people who expose you You'd turn you back on it all To be accessable to all Don't come and wave the flag 'cause This is not, not your party You'd censor everything to sell it out so This is not, not your party Honey I've got a long memory I know what you think about me Repeat that love-sick line and call it "queer" I doubt there's all that much between your ears Thinking "What did age of consent mean anyway? well I don't know" Don't come and wave the flag 'cause This is not, not your party You'd censor everything to sell it out so This is not, not your party Don't come and wave the flag 'cause This is not, not your party You'd censor everything to sell it out so This is not, not your party Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! x4 If I'm predictable with my same old themes What does that make an air-head with rock'n'roll dreams? If it's s**ual but with no s**uality It could be hetero or bestiality I know you're craving to go far While my pay-cheque hopes all stop at the bar And while you're making all the right sounds I know it's k**ing you being underground, so Don't come and wave the flag 'cause This is not, not your party You'd censor everything to sell it out so This is not, not your party Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! x4