Do you remember how it was when you bled?
When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept
Because Vesta's long been sleeping
Now you've come to accept
That your anatomy defines more than a few

Of the gaping holes in our social fabric
And it defines more than a few
One night stands
And I mention more than a few
Prison bars melted into (melted into)
Melted in, melted in
Melted into wedding bands

We've made you all the peasants and
We've made ourselves the kings
Our queens are still subordinate as an angel
But we make it easy to belong
Which means it's easy to be wrong
Put some plastic in your tits
And you look better as a blonde

I remember when you were hopeful
Never thought your life would be
Lived inside a coffin, with a moral
Sacrifice, a million social obligations
(Labels and expectations)
(When you were young and a modern seventeen)
(In vogue) and vague
(Pursuit) of a
(Cosmopolitan dream)

So when you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations
As a whore, not a human
You embraced with hesitations
The very parameters of all you can be
Not a mother, not an aunt
Not a sister that's not subdued
Because dignity is not physical
And your flesh means more than you
(Your flesh means more than you)
(Your flesh means more than you)
(Your flesh means more than-)

And I know
Know we'll all wake up one day
With a gun to the back of our brains
You'll be asking for your rib
And I'll smile and I'll call you brave
(Maybe someday) maybe someday, when
When this bloody skull has dried
Know our city is in ruins
When our greatest source of pride
A monument of dicks and ribs
And the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read
"No woman, no woman, no woman, no woman is a whore"

Maybe someday, when
When this bloody skull has dried
Know our city is in ruins
When our greatest source of pride
A monument of dicks and ribs
And the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read

(Maybe someday) maybe someday, when
When this bloody skull has dried
Know our city is in ruins
When our greatest source of pride
A monument of dicks and ribs
And the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read

(Maybe someday) maybe someday, when
When this bloody skull has dried
Know our city is in ruins
When our greatest source of pride
A monument of dicks and ribs
And the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read

Maybe someday, when
When this bloody skull has dried
Know our city is in ruins
When our greatest source of pride
A monument of dicks and ribs
And the gender crown we wore
Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read
"Ready, aim" Writer/s: Arif Mirabodlbaghi, Lucas Hoskin, Morgan Carlson, Rody Walker, Tim Millar
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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