Last updated 2001-11-07 (cosmetic only).

"All Come Free"

You try so hard to be a good son.
You try so hard to make 'em proud.
And one day you find out what you really are
Ain't allowed

So you hide in the closet, you put on a mask,
Invent and maintain a "normal side".
You give them illusions to keep the peace.
You give them lies

    Come out, come out, wherever you are.
    All ye weirdos all come free.
    If you can't be the person you are
    
    You're not free

They said I could come back when I needed a home;
My old room was waiting to show they cared.
But I told 'em "No, the closet's too small
Over there."

I'm half the man they hoped I would be,
And half the woman they don't wanna see.
Pretending I'm normal means trying to kill off
Half of me.

They said that they wanted the best for their son,
They claimed they wanted the best for me.
Now all they want is their cherished illusions.
That's all they see.

    Come out, come out, wherever you are.
    All ye weirdos all come free.
    If you can't show them who you really are
    
    You're not free.

You keep your secrets, you keep up your guard
Don't let them look behind your eyes.
The distance between you keeps getting wider,
And kinship dies.

One day you wake up and where is your family?
While you were hiding where did they go?
It's no surprise:  how could they keep lovin' someone
Who they don't know?

    Come out, come out, wherever you are --
    All ye weirdos all come free!
    If you can't afford to be who you are
    
    You're not free!

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