Marry her off

To a good handsome man.

Make sure that he’s older

So he can protect her.

Don’t check his background

Only his hands.

Look for the stain

That he hides so well,

Trying hard

Not to ruin his name,

Trying hard

To bury that shame.

Is she worth two goats

Or just a pig?

Modern women

Aren’t worth two shits.

Carry her down your golden isle.

Kick’n and scream’n

Makes her more worth while.

She’s got blood in her eyes

She’s got blood on her dress

She’s got blood in her hair

She aint allowed to rest.

No women of his

Allowed to be seen throw’n a fit.

Lock her up in a white picket house.

Make her a mother

Make her a mouse.

Sweep’n dust’n keep on clean’n

Don’t put that broom down or he’ll be seath’n.

You better pleasure him good

Make sure he moans.

Take’n care of his aching bones.

Fake that smile

Fake those moans.

Make sure he thinks you love his choke.

You better be a good wife,

Always wanting more.

Other wise you’re just his mother fuck’n whore.

Slut,

Shameful,

Beg for it.

If you don’t want it

You’d better learn how to take it.

Bitch,

Slut,

Disrespectful mut.

Baby machine

You’d better pop ‘em out,

Other wise you aint worth more than a rock.

She keeps her head down

She knows better than to speak,

Wish’n she could cast her ballot

On her own body.

But that’s not how the system works,

She says, the Men all own me.

Once I had a dream,

And then he found me.

Where there’s a light

The shadow’s always close behind me.

I don’t dare to dream,

Not even for my daughter,

Cause I know her fate,

Just another lamb to slaughter.