Queer Songtext
von Rheostatics
Queer Songtext
You woke the wrecking yard hounds
When you slammed the passenger side
Father watched you from the yard
With his knuckles wrapped in ice
Now the screen door is still broken
Since you kicked your Kodiaqs through it
But we left the Christmas tree standing
In case you turned around
Now I′ve heard you got a good job
Pitching hay down in Salmon Arm
Maybe I'll hike there from the coast
When the weather starts to arm
Katie called on the weekend
She was crying on the telephone
Father said as far as he′s concerned
You've been stricken from our home
He's gone out of his head
He′s gone out of her
He′s gone out of his head
She's gone out of his
He′s gone out of his head
Sometimes choices aren't so clear
Father raged like a soldier
He pulled his fist through the kitchen door
When I said it would′ve been better
If you had split on your own accord
I don't care about the damage
But I wish you were there to see it
When I scored a hat trick on the team
That called you a fucking queer
He′s gone out of his head
He's gone out of her
He's gone out of his head
She′s gone out of his
He′s gone out of his head
Sometimes choices aren't so clear
I′ll find me another home
The things you'll never know
I′ll find me another home
The things you'll never know
I′ll find me another home
The things you'll never know
I'll find me another home
The things you′ll never know
I′m in the country now
Among the rattlesnakes and the sagebrush
The concrete and asphalt and glass are gone
And in its place is well water and black spruce
And gravel roads that snake and curl and wind through the valley
I wish you were here to watch the sun sneak above the mountains
And layer the pure light across the farmland
It would fuck your mind up
But I'm glad I′m here and I'm not there
If I′d had stayed I would've killed him
I would′ve come home and found him asleep on the couch
And walked up to him and pressed the gun against his head
And watched it explode in a glorious watercolor fountain
All thick and red and warm
I would've used it to paint the picture I'm seeing now
When you slammed the passenger side
Father watched you from the yard
With his knuckles wrapped in ice
Now the screen door is still broken
Since you kicked your Kodiaqs through it
But we left the Christmas tree standing
In case you turned around
Now I′ve heard you got a good job
Pitching hay down in Salmon Arm
Maybe I'll hike there from the coast
When the weather starts to arm
Katie called on the weekend
She was crying on the telephone
Father said as far as he′s concerned
You've been stricken from our home
He's gone out of his head
He′s gone out of her
He′s gone out of his head
She's gone out of his
He′s gone out of his head
Sometimes choices aren't so clear
Father raged like a soldier
He pulled his fist through the kitchen door
When I said it would′ve been better
If you had split on your own accord
I don't care about the damage
But I wish you were there to see it
When I scored a hat trick on the team
That called you a fucking queer
He′s gone out of his head
He's gone out of her
He's gone out of his head
She′s gone out of his
He′s gone out of his head
Sometimes choices aren't so clear
I′ll find me another home
The things you'll never know
I′ll find me another home
The things you'll never know
I′ll find me another home
The things you'll never know
I'll find me another home
The things you′ll never know
I′m in the country now
Among the rattlesnakes and the sagebrush
The concrete and asphalt and glass are gone
And in its place is well water and black spruce
And gravel roads that snake and curl and wind through the valley
I wish you were here to watch the sun sneak above the mountains
And layer the pure light across the farmland
It would fuck your mind up
But I'm glad I′m here and I'm not there
If I′d had stayed I would've killed him
I would′ve come home and found him asleep on the couch
And walked up to him and pressed the gun against his head
And watched it explode in a glorious watercolor fountain
All thick and red and warm
I would've used it to paint the picture I'm seeing now
Writer(s): Dave Clark, Martin Radamez Tielli, Dave August Bidini, Timothy Warren Vesely Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

