Michael - Civilian

The curb descends to the street

Where fifty men at least

Are stopped by a flashing hand

And slurring their speech

Pedestrians and cops

Will gladly shrug them off

For every man is safe

If he’s white or he’s straight

Pardoned sin makes one man grin

And the rest of us pick up the pieces

The bro’s are talking shit about the government

The half baked thoughts of a desperate prince

Raising your glass to clear your conscience

You said what you said because you meant it You could have known but wouldn’t have cared

What’s it to you?

You know life isn’t fair

Michael plays the queen

With married men discretely

Says, «Nothing good comes free»

And he drops to his knees

Until one night he was drugged

By a client that he loved

His sense of self dissolves

And the rapist walks free

By the time the empty palm

Of the henchman’s hand collapsed

The pimp eclipsed the ceiling fan

«I'm coming back.

And that’s just the tax.»

You could have known but wouldn’t have cared

What’s it to you?

You know life isn’t fair at all

The young men were leaving

The bar when they saw him

Red dress, black eye, high heels

They started howling, «Get fucked, faggot»

And that’s when they lost it You wouldn’t believe what privilege costs