In a sea of white faces   I heard the latest version of The Clash.   Still no ticket for the races,   And the sisters still get the shaft.   We got a punk rock problem   I'm tired of playing shirts and skins here.   How do we sing against the system   When we're a main offender?      Put it in a blender and let me get the hang   Of how it fits together   And how we came to be.      I'm a child   Of the M to M Program.   Bus em out to the suburbs,   But we never got to know em.   I had a sex education   Without a word for my gender   All these half-hearted tries-      Put em in a blender.   Let me get the hang of   How we can fit together   And still keep our identity.      Now the kids are hip hip hopping,   And everybody's co-opting.   The straight girls are slumming it   At The Suicide Queers' gig.   Yeah, we're all assimilatin',   But we're still segregated.   And its all for the market man,   He says ”Put em in a blender and   See where the money lands.”      Put em in a blender and let them get the hang   Of thinking that they've been here