The party's only getting started But air in here is thick All the strangers' eyes are staring Like they think that we are sick We don't belong here I can feel it I didn't come here to compete Is it our hair or how we're dressed They look at us like we're fresh meat It's time to go We should be anywhere but here It's time to go Head for the door, the coast is clear Time to go We've used up our welcome tonight I fear It's time to go Let's (find us a way to) disappear. We should have known by all the strangers Listed on the invitation And that the deviant aesthetic Was really only imitation We didn't want to draw attention To our dark proclivities But every time let our words out It made the others ill at ease