Sweet smoke slides down my throat   all the young imitators   dumb, dumb operators      On this channel      Running imitation after imitation   turn me loose now, set me free now   turn me loose now, set me free now      No tongues on fire   no fingers on skin   no fingers hot on skin   no tongues can process detonation      Some boys lie   and some boys pay to stay high   running after corpses, how you dance   run after corpses headed to the ambulance      They're running through your record collection   no sign that your battle is action   black plastic is a sign of recognition   a token of tokenism      In their mouth is a grape, I know, I know   and their throat is an open pit, I know   their path is destruction   and with their tongues they lie      Where is your love?   Where is your love?   Where is your love?   Where is your love?      Easy squeeze   makes you   queer