wimp (punk) – don’t critique boston punk or people will get mad at you lyrics

where’s my place? where’s my station? where’s my f+cking voice?
not a man, not a woman, not a f+cking choice
to the front? to the back? do i cling to the side?
where’s my place? where’s my sp+ce? do i stay outside?

when it’s girls to the front, or it’s bros in the pit
where do queers in between find a place to exist?
i don’t want your sp+ce, i just want my own
i’m erasing myself from where i once called home