B.A.D - Margins Lyrics

Do you get sad how I get sad
Like nothing good could happen
Anticipate the bad
But it's days like today my own problems seem small

If I could wear the skin I was not born in
Or dress myself in drag
Maybe I could understand
What it means to live in the margins

Do you get mad how I get mad
That we'll die the proletariat
With shackles on our friends
And it's days like today I want to rise and kill our masters
No symbolic gestures

If you could wear the skin you were not born in
Or dress yourself in drag
Maybe you would understand
What it means to live in the margins.

All the weirdos and creeps
All the faggots and freaks
Every little boy who ever wore his mother's dresses
All the perverts and sluts
Every self-righteous cunt who just believes in something
You deserve to be loved
We all deserve to be loved

If we could wear the skin we were not born in
Or dress the world in drag
Maybe we'd all understand
What it means to live in the margins