A fairytale I wish to tell
Of a famous ne’er do well
His name was Ched, of Evanshire
A man of note, of fame! (a liar..?)
But first, let’s pause to understand
How people live in Menzerland
The men are fierce, and brave and strong
They live life proud, they sing their song
of wine and girls and what is theirs
(Or what they take), for who would care
They run the courts, the trade, the schools
The women work within these rules
And if perchance a girl speaks out
They call their trolls to take her out.
Bitch slut or cunt or rancid whore
Just laugh it off! You’re such a BORE
And there I fail, this honest voice
I live there too, who gets a choice?
I can’t see life outside the lens
Of life and love run by Teh Menz
We paint our nails to stop the rape
Wear Borstal knicks to help escape
the wretched bog of lust and hate
That’s been our lot since seven or eight
It’s sort of cool. It is. It’s FUN
To hare off home and when you’re done
Record your win, you weren’t attacked
She got raped but you got back
So climb your tower, pull up your hair
Stay down, stay small, don’t try, don’t dare
to break these norms, they’re water tight
Rules are rules and men are RIGHT
that rape’s not rape unless you scream
Outside works best, down alleys a theme.
A knife can help cos that’s more certain
That what’s in store involves you hurting
With blood and bruises as your proof
A broken mind can’t tell the truth
to satisfy the crowds that come
around the man – you’re over. Done.
So change your name, move house, move town
You got your way, he’s going down
You fucking bitch look what you did
You wrecked his life, he’s just a kid
And whilst you start your life anew
Remember what you put him through.
What’s that you say – you’re not the same?
Turn up the box, time for The Game.