It's not the cowboys that I'm missing anymore That problem was already old in ninety-four Don't be offended, this might seem a little wrong And to the romance when I was fourteen years old And to my heroes that were dressed up in gold I'm 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 There's some of us in the gutter, looking up at the stars Yeah, we are all in the gutter, it doesn't change who we are There's some of us in the gutter, looking up at the stars So tell me, 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? Thank you Rutherford, thank you Arden and James Dean Thank you Emerson and Bowie for my dreams Wilfredo and Kinsey, Whitman and Rambo Thank you Warhol, thank you Patience Thank you Porter and Compton We are all in the gutter, it doesn't change who we are There's some of us in the gutter, looking up at the stars We are all in the gutter, it doesn't change who we are There's some of us in the gutter, looking up at the stars So tell me, 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? We are all in the gutter, it doesn't change who we are There's some of us in the gutter, looking up at the stars We are all in the gutter, it doesn't change who we are It doesn't change who we are There's some of us in the gutter, looking 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 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?