Our country is insidious
I'll say it loud, I don't care
Our leaders have hollow guts
They blame it on inflation
The Great Depression part two
But it's fake, it's fake
It's all ******* fake
It starts with men and it'll end with men, old men
Telling us how we're gonna live our lives but who are you?
Do I know you, have we met?
No
So I don't believe you should be declaring a war on behalf of people you can't name
I am working class,
I am a woman by your definition
Your professionals can't even keep me in a dreamlike state
And so my disorder is my confessional
I am simple, I am too smart
Too loud, I don't have a voice
So I can't say anything but here in my room I say
You can't start something you can't find a solution for
If you want to praise hollow gutted men, go ahead
But none of them are gonna **** you, so...