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Tired of fuckers

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Text anonymous (≤1981). Tune : « ? ».


1
When I’m walking down the street
And every man I meet
Says ‘Baby ain’t you sweet…
I could scream
But although those guys are sick
And think only of their prick
It ain’t sweet I feel
I just feel good and mean.
 
(Chorus)
They whistle at me like a dog
And make noises like a hog
Heaven knows they sure got problems I agree
But their problems I can’t solve
Cause my sanity’s involved
And I’m tired of fuckers fucking over me.
 
2
When I’m trying to take a walk
And some guy says he wants to talk
And my way proceeds to block
I get real sore
’Cause althogh I talk real fine
That ain’t what is on his mind
I’m just a pretty piece
That he’s trying to score.
 
(Chorus)
 
3
When I’m on my way to work
And I’m confronted by some jerk
Who’s got some obscene quirk he must display
Though I know that guy is ill
I can’t help but want to kill
Every other man who’s standing in my way.
 
(Chorus)
 
4
Now I knew that life is rough
And to be a man is tough
But I have had enough
And I can’t ignore
That their masculinity
Just don’t respect my right to be
And I solemnly do swear
I’m going to war.
 
(Chorus)
 
5
So I sing this song in hope
That you won’t think it’s a joke
Cause it’s time we all awoke
To take a stand
We’ve been victims all our lives
Now it’s time we organised
To fight we’re gonna need each others help.

Paru aussi dans : South London Anarchist Group (ed.). — Anarchist song book, to tunes you know. — London [UK] : South London Anarchist Group, [1981] (p. 22-23).