are clenched in fists of rage
no one here acts their age
their lips are sewn, leather strapped
days are strung, and she is tapped

all that changes are the seasons
everyone talks but no one reasons
repeat/repeat/repeat/repeat
they don't move their **** or get off their seat

she who stands up stands alone
they've different names but all are clone
is she vain to think she'll make a difference?
the audience watches with indifference

time is a soldier marching on
steady heads and much less brawn
dressing in pen and not stiletto
is liberation from this ghetto