Hey, this song is for Marilyn and every drag queen...       Oh brother, it's not like the past   We were wearing stilettos and talking too fast   Passing the mirror hung up in pose   The boys they were fairest in immaculate clothes    Lunch with Janet Street Porter and Marilyn's nose   But this life is a baby, so sad when it grows   Into you and me, ah what the hell we're gonna be?    Where will we go, and what will we be?   If we can't communicate intelligently There's a price on my head but I'll never    be free   I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?       No more crying   No more trying   Please, no more dying   I just wanna be free       I'm taking the trouble right to your door   Why'd you do it you bastard, don't love you no more   Sinners beside me, saints on the right   And if you slow down, you'll be a turkey tonight    C'mon let's go a little further, don't be uptight   If you feel insecure, well just turn off the light   Where will we go, and what will we be?   If we can't communicate intelligently   There's a price on my head but I've never been free   I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?   I said 'how d'ya keep your credibility'?