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Raised by Gay Wolves

by Queer Ren Faire Dance Party

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1.
I was high as fuck on your back porch Don't know what I was doing there for But I'd convinced myself I didn't need you anymore Wish I was dead as the rug on your concrete floor Well I was drunk as hell in your backyard I know loving people isn't really that hard I'd convinced myself I did't need you at all Wish I was dead as the decorations on your walls Now I see the real you I bet you feel so used I'm sure you'll feel so abused When I put your words in the mouth of you
2.
We eat our dinner from a garbage can And we reproduce by sucking on Satan's sin And we hunt in a pack for straight white men And my sisters hold him down so he can't defend Then I sink my teeth into his throat As the blood runs down my chin and he starts to choke He says where is my wife, my kids, are they safe When you attacked, they vanished, gone without a trace I say your family is with us now, the truth soon they'll see So close your eyes and shut up and let me watch you bleed We were raised by gay wolves We were raised by gay wolves We were raised by gay wolves We were raised by gay wolves
3.
Dead 02:10
Johnny was a good boy, someone you could trust But Johnny had a heart filled to the brim with lust And Johnny wasn't stupid, but Johnny wouldn't think Cause Johnny's ears were closed to anything but instinct Now Johnny was was well off, but Johnny, he was bored And Johnny had desire, an ego, and a sword Now Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Now Balgruuf was a kind man, without any greed But Balgruuf, he had eight different mouths to feed And Balgruuf never cared too much for gold But gold buy bread and bread buys growing old And Balgruuf was no fighter, but his wealth needed to mend So Balgruuf went on a means to his end Now Balgruuf's dead Balgruuf's dead Balgruuf's dead And Johnny's dead Johnny's dead Johnny's dead They're all dead They're all dead They're all dead Yeah, this whole fucking town is dead
4.
It used to be more easy to stay positive Before I realized that this whole country is full of complete shit With peace and love I try to keep my mind stagnant But it's hard not to fantasize about Mike Pence being eaten alive by maggots Oh, it's a real bummer when somebody you like turns out to be a racist Oh, it's a real swift kick in the balls Fuck nazi scum, kill 'em all Also kill all cops, and abort all babies And fuck the troops, and give all Christians fucking rabies I try not to hate But we live in the police state Full of bigots and rapist priests Telling you not to masturbate
5.
Friends 04:26
Well I've made more friends just this week Than I've ever had back home living as me Where I have to call in sick every day When we first met, I didn't lie to your face Like I do back at home every day Where I have to tell the world that I'm grey Well, the whole world's gone insane So I'll just keep playing my video games Waiting on a chance to live my life And when I finally do, and I turn off the news And I finally get to walk a mile in my own shoes I know I'm at least doing one thing right Well, I'll sleep on every dirty floor I just don't wanna see him anymore I'll never get bored of not being dead Well, I smoked a lot of cigarettes and I smoked a lot of dope And I drank a lot of booze, and I did a little blow Goddammit, I never want to go back home I've never felt more at home than in your home And in your home and in your home Oh, maybe I was just meant to roam And with every person that I meet I forget a little more that I just wanna sleep Fuck it, maybe I'll hold off on blowing my brains out another week after all Well, the whole world's gone insane So I'll just keep playing my video games Waiting on a chance to live my life And when I finally do, and I turn off the news And I finally get to walk a mile in my own shoes I know I'm at least doing one goddamn thing right Well, I'll sleep on every dirty floor I just don't wanna see him anymore I'll never get bored of not being dead Well, I smoked a lot of cigarettes and I smoked a lot of dope And I drank a lot of booze, and I did a lot of blow Goddammit, I never want to go back home
6.
I'm choking on cigarettes, trying to start a conversation I have a light, but I have asked to use yours twenty times Because even where I'm comfortable, I'm so fucking uncomfortable Am I always this shy, or am I just too high I try to be myself but he sucks at being herself And it makes it kind of hard when she fucking hates them self This music is too loud, and there's cotton in my mouth And I can't remember how to stand So I word vomit on your shoes You leave uneasy and a little bit confuse My gibberish tastes smokey And my clothes smell like anxiety I smell like anxiety I'm sure the tar in my lungs is worth the friends that I've yet to make Every time I open my mouth, it's a mistake Maybe my size sixteen stilettos will invite someones stiletto To pierce right into my lungs And as the red black and shame spill out they'll finally see me inside out And wonder what I've become Then I'll word vomit on your shoes You leave uneasy and a little bit confuse My gibberish tastes smokey And my clothes smell like anxiety I smell like anxiety
7.
I don't know exactly what I'm feeling But I know what my father is thinking About those rumors, those rumors Oh, those nasty rumors So I'll trade my dresses in for lies Because every villain needs a disguise Terror will rain from the sky Cause little miss fuckup has arrived Father are you proud of me Cause I'm so goddamn pretty I'm so goddamn pretty Someone tell me I'm pretty Oh, my feet are too fat for heels And like me, my heels are too fucked up to heal But my mind is something that you can never steal But I'm not convinced that anything is fucking real Shadows cover my life and my eyes And I can't even go the fuck outside When my lips are green, I'm so nervous I could puke But when my face is pale, I can't even commute Oh, sure, I came from your dick, that's true But I don't fucking belong to you Father are you proud of me Cause I'm so goddamn pretty I'm so goddamn pretty Someone tell me I'm pretty
8.
To look into a mirror and to know that you are you Must be so nice, but I just get confused If I could wake up every morning and just get dressed Maybe then I wouldn't be so goddamn depressed If I didn't feel the need to hide and cower Maybe I wouldn't take two hour get to know myself showers So everybody grab a drink and drive to me today Just meet me at my grave, you know I can't stand the blame Someone, someone, someone Someone, someone, someone Please take my skin Someone, someone, someone Someone, someone, someone Please make it end You ask me to explain, well maybe I'm insane Cause I have no reason for you today Maybe one day I'll be famous If I ever step foot upon a stage I know you say that you'd love me anyway But that's not the person that you raised I'd say that I'd tell you if I knew, but I know that that's not true Cause I've never opened my mouth to you Someone, someone, someone Someone, someone, someone Please take my skin Someone, someone, someone Someone, someone, someone Please make it end Someone, someone, someone Please take my skin
9.
Balconies 03:32
There, there, they can't get us here It's just you and me, and the air Without those stares, without those stares Tomorrow we drive two hundred miles To the next balcony Where she will be waiting for me And if the night swallowed me whole And left her all alone I wonder if she'd find her way back home Twelve stories below is where I know I ought to go But tomorrow there's a show and she'll be there There, there, they can't get us here It's just you and me, and the air Without those stares, without those stares Well tomorrow we drive two hundred miles To the next balcony where she will be waiting for me And if the night swallowed me whole And left her all alone I wonder if she'd find her way back home Twelve stories below is where I know I want to go But tomorrow there's a show and she'll be there There, there, they can't get us here It's just you and me, and the air Without those stares, without those stares
10.
Moby, Moby, to Moby we'll raise our cups Moby, Moby, Moby's gonna fuck you up Oh, the waves are high and the moral is low And I just want to sail on home But vengeance is our obsession That keeps us floating on this hell And obsession is our key The key to the belly of a whale Oh, he took our hope and he killed our men And he crushed my spirit when he took my fucking hand I just want it all to end But we're stuck in a hopeless battle of man against man Moby, Moby, to Moby we'll raise our cups Moby, Moby, Moby's gonna fuck you up Oh, I never really learned how to swim And I never really developed a taste for human skin But we must do our duty before we return to land So tonight, we dine on sin Oh, he took our hope and he killed our men And he crushed my spirit when he took my fucking hand I just want it all to end But we're stuck in a hopeless battle of man against man Moby, Moby, to Moby we'll raise our cups Moby, Moby, Moby's gonna fuck you up

about

These are songs written many years ago, that depression, among other things, had gotten in the way of me recording. Thank you to any, and everyone who has stuck with me. It's been fucking hell.


This album is dedicated to anyone that feels like the world is out to kill them. People assure me that it isn't, and it's easier to believe that some days than others, but I do know that I love you, and the fact that you're reading this means the absolute world to me. I don't want to go on a trite tirade, but if you're struggling, please keep fighting. That's such a cheesy word choice, but it's apt, because I know what it feels like to feel mentally beaten to shit every single day and to want out. But please keep fighting. And know that I'm fighting too, right beside you, from afar.

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released December 31, 2021

All songs written and performed by myself, Kori

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Michael Briggs at Civil Audio in Denton Texas

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