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Fucking Man and This World 1 by Alisa

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Fucking Man and This World 1 by Alisa - Punk music cover art

Fucking Man and This World 1

Punk

0:002:36
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cool clothes pinned like armor, sharp edges worn out loud
that perfect set of painted lines, catching eyes in every crowd
men stealing glances, sneaking questions under breath
why dress up like a showstopper? is it love or a test of depth?
oh, the mirror shows a rebel’s face, but underneath, who’s to please?
why play the part that someone else wrote, when it’s our muscles that need release?
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man and this world’s demands
why paint ourselves just to please, when their hands don’t even understand?
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man and the roles they hand
we rise alone, no need to bow, fuck their rules, we make our stand.
he’s built for work, the provider’s mask, a faded uniform of role
she’s strapped with dolls and midnight cries, the keeper of the home’s soul
but why’s the beautiful chain around her neck? what if she breaks it free?
no flowers thrown for the man’s bare feet, no makeup masks his misery.
they say it’s nature, biology’s call, the race must continue on
but who wrote the book that tells her best to please and never be gone?
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man and this world’s demands
why paint ourselves just to please, when their hands don’t even understand?
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man and the roles they hand
we rise alone, no need to bow, fuck their rules, we make our stand.
no crown on his head, no paint on his hands
why must she bleed colors he’ll never understand?
the sharpest nails, the brightest eyes, all for a ghost that never tries
this fractured kingdom built on why she tries, when he just hides behind tired lies.
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man and this world’s demands
why paint ourselves just to please, when their hands don’t even understand?
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man and the roles they hand
we rise alone, no need to bow, fuck their rules, we make our stand.
fucking man, fucking man, fucking man, fucking man
and fuck this world with man's—
we’re never just toys in their command.
fucking man, fuck this world and their plans.