HIDE MYSELF AWAY

Everybody’s saying that the place I come from
Is the kind of place the sane would only run from
Everybody chuckles when they hear my town
The only problem with it is that when you’re really with it, they’re right

I’m the kind of person that the people here love to hate
They hate to say they told you so, but now it’s much too late
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Just close your eyes, hope it goes away
Guess it’s time to hide myself away

What’s it like to wish that you had never come here?
What’s it like to live with folks who only feel fear?
What’s it like to wonder what the world might be
If a very different world were the world that gave birth to me

I’m the kind of person that the people here love to hate
They love to say they told me so, but now it’s much too late
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Just close your eyes, hope it goes away
The better choice, better hide myself away

A paragon of virtue, everyone I know here
And if you’re not like them, beware, they’ll think that you’re queer
Rather than attack, the wiser choice, stay clear
It’s like you’re living in the south but there’s no black people

I’m the kind of person that the people here love to hate
They love to say they told me so and now it’s much too late
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck
Just close your eyes, hope it goes away

Must I really hide myself away?
Must I really hide myself away?
Must I really hide myself away?
Must I really hide myself away?

A Song Can Tell A Story

When words leave off, music begins.

HIDE MYSELF AWAY