Come on boys, get a clue
Would it really be so hard for you to try and do
Something slightly more productive
With all that spare testosterone
You throw around?
Come on boys, fucking pay attention,
Look who's talking, who's silenced by extension,
Only those possessing dicks
Are being taken seriously right now
Talking in platitudes and slogans
The politics of meaningless sound bites
Look around, this is a fucking boy's club
It needs to be put right
Come on boys, ignore the irony
Of an all male band lamenting patriarchy
It's our burden and our privilege
That when we step on the stage
We won't be judged for our appearance
But what we have to say.
Come on boys, get a clue
Would it really be so hard for you to try and do
Something slightly more productive
With all that spare testosterone
You throw around?