I hear the rock show winding down at the high school Kids out on the sidewalk, waiting for a ride All the punks and the queers and the freaks and the smokers Feel like they'll be waiting for the rest of their lives Alright I hear what you're saying to me Alright I hear what I just can't do But I got this spark I got to feed it something Or put it out for good The stadium lights were breaking through the bleachers I spent all day pushing tissue roses into chicken wire Hey S.G.A., I'm an overachiever of the wrong persuasion A pep rally kid, a new gender nation with a new desire Alright I hear what you're saying to me Alright I hear what I just can't do But I got this spark I got to feed it something Or put it out for good Rub up against it till it gets inside you Rub up against it till its understood Those aren't your friends that talking shit about you We've had it bad, we're gonna make it good Alright I hear what you're saying to me (Rub up against me till its alright) Alright I hear what I just can't do (Rub up against me till its alright) Now we got this spark, we got to feed it something (Rub up against me and) Let it burn for good, let it burn for good