The lock slides on the closet door What shall I throw on today? Maybe a boob tube and some dungarees And a waistcoat of self hate I need a way to look like shit that looks downtrodden and yet expensive And then the transphobes Will have me disrobed
Oh we are the Trans Glitterati And we never used to be this damn gaudy Yeah we are the Trans Glitterati And we're coming for your feelz
Oh and our pants are non binary And our souls are well heeled in refinery Horn rims with no glass but we can't see With our heads between our knees
I was one thing but now I'm not Now I'm neither, now I'm both I don't care about your chromosomes Or your hippocratic oath I'm better than the average man Who just wears t shirts and stained sweat pants I want the cat calls But stay away from my balls
Oh we are the Trans Glitterati The disillusioned illuminati Yeah what's your stance on zucchinis? Are they quasiplatonic?
Oh we are the Trans Glitterati So you don't get free speech Yeah we're freelancing for Stalin In the style of Mugabe
(In the style of Mugabe) (Do me like Kony)
I don't quite feel a hundred percent So I must be a second class citizen Now when will you shitlords Give me my award?
Oh we are the Trans Glitterati And I'm pretty sure that means we're just squaddies For the necromancer society In the college of your dreams
I'm Gorilla kin and you capped me Where'd you think you are, Cincinnati? Yeah we are the Trans Glitterati We're whatever we can't be
Don't you wanna trans? He's not a baby Don't you wanna trans? He's not a boy Don't you wanna trans? Everybody in! We're trans hermaphrodite kin
Are you FTM? Are you MTF? Are MTM? Are you FTF? RULGBQTOMG Fuckin WTFU