Come on boys, get a clue
Would it really be so hard for you to try and do
Something slightly more productive

With all that spare testosterone
You throw around?


Come on boys, $#&@ing pay attention,
Look who's talking, who's silenced by extension,
Only those possessing dicks

Are being taken seriously right now

Talking in platitudes and slogans

The politics of meaningless sound bites
Look around, this is a $#&@ing boy's club
It needs to be put right


Come on boys, ignore the irony
Of an all male band lamenting patriarchy

It's our burden and our privilege
That when we step on the stage
We won't be judged for our appearance

But what we have to say.

Come on boys, get a clue

Would it really be so hard for you to try and do
Something slightly more productive
With all that spare testosterone

You throw around?