Turn turn turn
Turn away girl
Hear what your elders have learned
You met, you saw, you heard, you knew
The boy that you met represented a few
Of a rib
From a god
Made to be like him you had to work hard
You heard, you knew, the chances were his
And the truths were few
Resting on the plinth of the ashes of myths
Patriarchy crumbles and dissolves into mist
Evaporated man
Fractured rib
Girls meets boy
And redesigns him
Made from her womb
Born from her cunt
Boy emerges wet and bloody begging for his mum
MUMMY!
Daddy please
You just have to ask me
MY body's a fact and you can't put it past me
I'm riding my bones and I'm right in my skin
I'm running my blood
And I'm more than your rib
You bit the apple
That I fucking picked
The victim of your story
But the hero of your myth
Misguided man
Just doing god's plan
Following the tomb
Of your ancient bros
Their pace was set
By a religious sect
It was millenia ago
It's time to go
No more bros
No more bros
Fuck your past
Fuck where you've been
Fuck what you've done
Fuck what you've achieved
White man's history
White man's stage
No more bros
White man's grave
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