Yeah, momma and poppa told me
I was crazy to stay
I was gay in New York
Which is a fag in L.A.
So I saved my money
And I took a plane
Wherever I go they treat me the same
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
I'm going down fifty-third street
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down