It's not the cowboys that I'm missin' 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 my heroes when I was fourteen years old
And to the romance that was dressed up in gold
Only hopin' 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 lookin' up at the stars
Mm, if we are all in the gutter
It doesn't change who we are
'Cause some of us in the gutter
Are lookin' up at the stars
So tell me, where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
And where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
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 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 lookin' up at the stars
Oh, if we are all in the gutter
It doesn't change who we are
'Cause some of us in the gutter
Are lookin' up at the stars
So tell me, where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
And where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
If we are all in the gutter
It doesn't change who we are
'Cause some of us in the gutter
Are lookin' up at the stars
If we are all in the gutter
It doesn't change who we are
'Cause some of us in the gutter
Are lookin' up at the stars
So tell me, where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys
Where have all the good guys gone?
It's not the cowboys that I'm missin' anymore
That problem was already old in '94
Don't be offended, this might seem a little wrong
But tell me, where have all the good guys gone?