I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to go   Got Madonna blaring out the stereo   And wonderbread says he's beautiful   I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show.   'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen,   I use up all my gasoline.   I'm a walking cemetery   So many dead things inside of me.      Scene doors open to the doe-eyed boys   Pincushions fluffed with steroids   These Hollywood-made androids   They've got some steel but do they got a voice.   Jealous mind makes jealous things come true.   Think Alexander the Great is coming through   So I better head to the bathroom   Before I meet the ensuing doom.      And when I look in the mirror   I know I'm not alone.   I've got an army of me   But I have no control   And I'm stuck at this party   With a thirty year-old   He makes stars   Just flame me, flame me, flame me.      There's a battleship inside of me   It creaks and moans in apology   For all the sick shit done in vanity   For this cult of masculinity.   But I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen   I use up all my gasoline.   I'm a walking cemetery   So many dead men inside of me.      Can somebody tell me why the   Butch hate the belles?   When we've got plenty of Baptists   Coveting our souls to hell.   Too many wars, too many gay etiquette laws   Find your cause.   Stop throwing their mud   Indoors.      I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to go   Got Madonna blaring out the stereo   And wonderbread says he's beautiful   I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show.   'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen,   I use up all my gasoline.   I'm a walking cemetery   So many dead things inside of me.