I've got sex on my mind and blood on my hands
You've got a closet full of hate which I'll never understand

Twenty four years of living a lie
All you feel is pain
All you want to do is die

Twenty four years that nobody knew
You was born a little boy
but that would never fucking do

Twenty four years you never had a doubt
You always kept it hidden till the preacher called you out

Sick, sick, sick fucking son of a bitch
Sick, sick, sick fucking son of a bitch
Sick, sick, sick your sick
Your a sick fucking bitch

So you put a little skirt on and you went outside to play
You always kept it tight you never care what people say

Living as a girl had always been your dream
But your father beat your ass he beat you till you fucking screamed
Living as a man was no kind of life
You walked and talked and breathed but it's still a fucking lie

Twenty four years 
You never had a doubt
You always kept it hidden till the preacher called you out

Sick, sick, sick fucking son of a bitch
Sick, sick, sick fucking son of a bitch
Sick, sick, sick fucking son of a bitch
I've got my hands tied
No ones going to get in my way