Repressed Desires i must confess my true self i can no longer repress won't someone please understand i'm really a gay redneck but can't reveal it or my beer drinkin' buddies will kick my ass i'm really a gay redneck but can i tell billy bob when i get really drunk i just want to kiss him all over his sweaty sweet neck i have to go running to running to "the john" tears streaming down my face i'm so limp wristed i have to wear forearm braces and tell my buddies on the assembly line that i have carpal tunnel i think i'm the only gay redneck at the Palomino but sometimes i wonder cause every once in awhile i catch billy bob staring at me with that glimmer in his big doey eyes and it makes me wonder as he quickly averts his lustful gaze can i trust him with my painful secret that i have to keep hidden inside i think i'm the only gay redneck in my close minded small town and actually my voice is so airy and light that i have to gargle salt**ter to keep it raw and corse i think i'm the only gay redneck but at the bowling alley this guy named "Moose" i keep on catching him staring at my tight little ass so it makes me wonder if i walked up by the shoe counter and looked back over my shoulder and shot him that "come hither" look if he would follow me into the bathroom stall so i could get into his pants i'm the only gay redneck i'm the only gay redneck imagine my dilemma i'm the only gay redneck that i'm sure is gay in my close minded small town .. and my hounds howl my despair cause they're the only ones that care Copyright 2004, Redneck Nirvana Prisoner