Train, train bleeding the dirt
Comb my hair with a mouth full of cola
Drop downtown to pick a girlfriend there
From all the cold-cut pretty and the kool-aid hair
I want to measure to the pleasure
I've got a sure fire come-on and a two ton feather
In a velvet cathedral, fresh like a needle
Puncture my feet like a walk on the shag
I've got a thumb like a crocodile, breath like a fish
Pinball gigolo, weren't you an Indian?
People like me and channel thirteen, we're different
We’re different like rain
Daddy can't shoot
Tell me where'd I come from?
I want the truth
Daddy can't shoot
Tell me where'd I come from?
I want the truth yeah yeah
My mother picked me out of a mail-order catalog
A Jujufruit Jim, a buy one get one
Female to female, Angie to Angie
I found out later that a dyke ain't daddy
But a big hunk o' love with a waterproof memory
The devil rode in on a fifth grade pony
And he called me a faggot then laughed like a showgirl
I ran home and turned on the radio
Captain and Tenille were fucking in the living room
A thing like that can change a boy
A thing like that, a thing like that
Can change a boy
Daddy can't shoot
Tell me where'd I come from?
I want the truth oh
Daddy can't shoot
Tell me where'd I come from?
I want the truth yeah
New York medical called me pathetical
Then blamed it all on peanut butter lockjaw
Returned me home with a medal for a hero
MTV, generation blowjob
I'm alright with mom and mom
I'm alright, according to Madonna
I've got a record deal, I've got a video
Women writing me without wearing underwear
Measure to the pleasure
I've got a sure fire come-on and a two ton feather
And a blackhead, flattop licking at my gumdrop
Bring me my money, clap on clap off
People like me and channel thirteen, we're different
Different like rain
Daddy can't shoot
Tell me where'd I come from?
I want the truth oh
Daddy can't shoot
Tell me where'd I, where’d I come from?
Tell me where'd I come from?
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