Tell Them Where to Go

They got sick of the boys’ club

 They got sick of those men

 Telling them what they couldn’t do ’cause they were too shy or too femme

 And so they started their own space where they could plug in and play

 Make their own heroes, make their own noise and say what they needed to say

  

 Are you stuck in your bedroom with your stereo on?

 Thinking you’ll never play that way ’cause you’re too weird or too young

 Why don’t you walk out your bedroom and steal your brother’s guitar?

 Go see the folks who took rock back from blokes and who get who you really are

  

 Just ignore them all and play

  

 You tell them where to go