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Idly By

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Then the sky opened up, a shit storm called a media blitz. You saw one trans face and you're still throwing that fit. You're a journalist, but you can't find the words to call it? And no no, she didn't die from you words. It was your actions, no that litany of slurs. It's not so hard to fucking call her a girl.

It's not what you think. We're coming back, it's all part of the plan. We've got two fingers crossed and an outstreched hand. We got big dreams. So keep the checks coming. Who'd have thought that we're still left behind, got the white picket fences and then changed their minds. Now the well's dry and we get nothing.

If we're less than in your eyes, it's a road we travel well. Since get nothing, is still your compromise, we will make this for ourselves.

I will not stand at attention, I will not be left to your discretion, I will not suffer this indignity at your hands. I will not beg for your acceptance, I will not hide from your resentment, I will not stand idly by and wring my hands.

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from Trashy, released January 16, 2016

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Trashy is three transsexuals based out of BROOKLY BABY! Let us hit you over the head with our radical queer politics in the form of catchy punk tunes.

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