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"He'll put on red lipstick No matter the neighbours Gender wars and hostile Graffiti in corridors And sit by the window The river down below Oh mother, he's lonely As a saint of travesty He wears a blue halo For his fraternity Oh mother, he's lonely As a saint of travesty He walks by the river His lipstick a pointer To raising the dead In an East side cemetery He goes out at night His light like a star Putting diamonds on fingers Of the broken and poor Oh mother, he's lonely As a saint of travety He wears a blue halo For his fraternity His friends have nyloned toes In silver stilettos And dance to a mirror In sequins and glitter Oh mother, he's lonely As a saint of travesty Handing out red roses In a ruined cemetery He'll put on red lipstick And go out after dark Through the foggy park And come home at dawn Oh mother, he's lonely As a saint of travesty He sits by the window Drinking tea with his shadow A leopard skin coat Draped over his shoulders Oh mother, he's lonely As a saint of travesty Watching fog on the river Creates a white halo "