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One sister, one brother, one who’s something other
We haven’t worked out what he’s turned out to be
Stilettos and braces and tattoos in places
That shouldn’t be seen in polite company

And if you try to tie him down he’ll say I’m simply me
And nothing you can say will bring me down

He stands up to piddle and aims for the middle
Of toilets in the ladies W.C.
A five o-clock shadow a voice like a laddo 
Mascara the colour of ripe aubergine

He walks with a wiggle and talks with a giggle
And works at a centre for the elderly
Where everyone loves him and everyone trusts him
As he tends to their needs so compassionately

And if you try to tie him down he’ll say I’m simply me
And nothing you can say will bring me down

An evening out thwarted, why weren’t you aborted
The thug said you ain’t what God meant you to be
But he wasn’t done and he pulled out a gun
The way that you live is offensive to me

The man, with a snigg*r caressing his trigger
Was alcohol slurred from a night on the town
This trigger, I’ll pull it and you’ll get a bullet
One bullet is what took my young ’other down

And as he lay there on the ground he muttered this to me
Don’t let others tie your spirit down

There’s so many dying who lived their lives trying
To be what society said they should be
But I wasn’t trying, so I lie here dying
Knowing that I lived my life being me

So with his last breath he accepted his death
I only hope that he made some people see
But every man dies and then he closed his eyes
A far bigger man than I ever shall be


And someone tried to bring him down but now he’s simply free
And nothing you can say will bring him down

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