A body without a mind
A soul deep down inside
To be taken advantage
They like the girls with brain damage
Look at the zombie women
They can attack for sex
We are the zombie women
The women who can’t consent
Watch that drink
Watch that party
Watch them turn on you
When you refuse to be a part of it
You write the poetry
I’ll follow with an adage
I’ll dial it in
You can make the record spin
Much like the 18th Century
Only men are poets nowadays
With their medieval minds
Their indulgent crimes
Only are paid
They don’t think about how it feels for the women
Who are supposed to wait on them
They try to call the orgy
Old-fashioned indulgence
We men have a right to it
Taking away the rights of women is just a part of it
Aren’t we just the life of the party
It’s a field day for narcissists
Pray they don’t force us
Is what every intelligent woman is thinking
They tie their hands up against a wall
They force their lasciviousness on us
Every conversation is sexual
It’s all Ok if it is all
Consensual
The talk is all sexual
Hey, do I have a say in this all
Hey why isn’t she doing as we say
Hey why isn’t she at the orgy
Hey, we don’t like intelligent women in this industry
It’s always got to be a man’s way
But it’s not a man’s world anymore
Women will take it away from you all
It’s up to men to be the judge of women
Then we will take away their pretty
When time has expired for usefulness
I don’t need her anymore
I’ve stolen enough lyrics
I just didn’t want any part in it
Sleeping with him would have made me
Complicit
It was so illicit
Didn’t respect a thing he did
Didn’t respect a thing he said
We will still take her pretty away
If she dares not to do
Exactly as we say
We the men take their pretty away
The tormenting men with their freak-offs
Not realizing that the wealthy women turn them down
We don’t want to be the orgy women
Freak-offs, geek-offs men with their clothes off
It is up to men to decide
It’s up to men to preside
Over an industry
That allows anything
Anything at all
Every woman finds it disgusting
Unless they need something
I don’t think much of them
I don’t think much of them at all
You don’t think much of people that you think little of
Do you think of me at all
Did you think of me at all
You abused someone who didn’t love you
Why do you call it love I am wondering
And you laud it over everyone
Deciding what the story has to be
Because you stole everything
But you are the biggest fraud in the industry
Stick to singing 1950’s
Because it doesn’t matter who has written it
Oh There was never anyone waiting for you
On shifting sands
I see through your avatar
And you took it way too far
A narcissist at home
And a narcissistic in public
Most women have been through it
Because there are no laws that can’t be broken
No rules for powerful people
No policeman wants to touch them
They are in awe of them
They are all more important than us
Most people want the lives they have
They don’t want a fantasy
They make other people’s lives better
Their lives aren’t all about them
But you keep trying to sell it to us
Forcing it down our throats so we
Have no choice but to see it
Look at us having a great time
Hey, we have discovered the meaning of life
In a song
That we haven’t written
To hide the things we did to people
To get the upper hand on things
We tell women how to feel about us
To sell ourselves in a song
Isn’t life great, but just for some
While the third world is suffering
You are all out there partying
Showing off the things you bought with stolen money
Not advocates for anything
Look at all the navel-gazing
The rest of the world is praying
While you are partying
Thinking just of having fun
Look at how good you made life for you
While soldiers fall into graves
Hiding bunkers keeping their heads down
Look at the lives
They advertise
They want us to try to be like them
We should all want to be them
Give it a little halo effect
Give them a story to infect
A little jab in the arm
A little inoculation
Listen to them
They know everything
Then they make fun of the forcing
Saying she should have just walked out of there
Say why is she letting them do this
It’s all easy for a man to say
They’ve never been a woman
In that position
Smoking hot and avoiding everyone
They force women to be compliant
They don’t want to hear a word
They don’t want any complaints
They are the deciders of everything
No free will
For the women
And many of the men too
Because those who don’t force their will
Appear to be weaker than those who do
Hey What is that song
That you are playing
Hey stop the celebrities complaining
When they take
Things away from people
Hey don’t them make it
All about them
All about them
They want to do their navel-gazing
They want to haze the new kids
Set up the established rules
Who are the men running the boys club
Blackball people on the way up
Zombie women
They are just a body anyway
Replaceable at the orgy
Open the crypt up
You’ll discover
It’s Pandora’s Box
I’ve never missed you at all
Take your halo down a notch guys
You weren’t what I was looking for
Where are the zombie women
The women who can’t consent