Queer Lyrics

You woke the wrecking yard hounds when you slammed the passenger side.
And father watched you from the yard with his knuckles wrapped in ice.
Now the screen door is still broken since you kicked your Kodiacs through it.
But we left the Christmas tree standing, in case you turned a round.
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 warm
k.d. called on the weekend. She was crying on the tele phone.
'Cause 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 his head.)
He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.)
He's gone out of his head.
Sometimes choices aren't so clear.
Father raged like a soldier. He put his fist through the kitchen door,
When I said it would have 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 f**king queer.
He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.)
He's gone out of his head. (He's gone out of his head.)
He's gone out of his head.
Sometimes choices aren't so clear.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never feel.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never see.
Gonna find me another home; the things you'll never know.