The Closet - Teenage Jesus/The Jerks/Lydia Lunch

I'm in a closet and I can't breath

Won't you just please release me

I can't move and my kidneys fail

Size of this room feels like jail

I can't talk I can't enunciate

And I'm threatened like Sharon Tate

Suburban wealth and middle class well being

All it did was strip my feelings

Personality down the drain

After all who needs a brain

Take a bullet to my eyes

Blow them out and see if I die