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 sexual but with no sexuality
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 killing 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