Go Tell The Women



We don’t know a thing

We have you fooled

But up on our hand leaves 

The problem solved



We are artists

We are mathematicians

Some of us hold extremely 

high positions



But we are tired

We are hardly breathing

And we are free

Go tell the women that we’re leaving



We re sick and tired

Of all this self serving grieving

All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morning

And maybe a bit more in the evening

We are scientists

We do genetics

We leave religion

To the psychos and fanatics

But we are tired

We got nothing to believe in

We are lost

Go tell the women that we’re leaving



We don’t know a thing

We’re hip to the sound

of six billion people going down

We are magicians

We are deceiving

We’re free and we’re lost

Go tell the women that we’re leaving



Come’ on back now to the  frame

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