It’s not the cowboys that are missing anymore 
That problem was already old in ’94 
Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong 
Where have all the gay guys gone? 
 
And to the romance when I was 14 years old 
And to my heroes that was dressed up in gold 
Only hoping one day I could be so bold 
Where have all the gay guys gone? 
 
If we are all in the gutter 
It doesn’t change who we are 
‘Cause some of us in the gutter 
Are looking up at the stars 
[x2] 
 
So tell me 
 
Where have all the good guys 
Where have all the good guys 
Where have all the good guys gone? 
[x2] 
 
Thank you Rufus, thank you Auden and James Dean 
Thank you Emerson and Bowie for my dreams 
Wilfred Owen, Kinsey, Whitman and Rimbaud 
Thank you Warhol, thank you patience, thank you Porter and Cocteau 
 
If we are all in the gutter 
It doesn’t change who we are 
‘Cause some of us in the gutter 
Are looking up at the stars 
[x2] 
 
So tell me 
 
Where have all the good guys 
Where have all the good guys 
Where have all the good guys gone? 
[x2] 
 
If we are all in the gutter 
It doesn’t change who we are 
‘Cause some of us in the gutter 
Are looking up at the stars 
[x2] 
 
So tell me 
 
Where have all the good guys 
Where have all the good guys 
Where have all the good guys gone? 
[x2] 
 
It’s not the cowboys that are missing anymore 
That problem was already old in ’94 
Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong 
Where have all the good guys gone? | 
               
             
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