Lyrics

Pleasing, teasing... or controlled but rough
We play out our roles all according to the master plan
Never gave a second thought that maybe they were planted
Everything you thought was inborn is socially constructed
Like father, like son
Like mother, like daughter
Like sister, like brother
We pass the sickness on
Tabloid propaganda promoting stereotypes
'ten steps to better sex' - f*** off! I couldn't be bothered
But sex sells and men pay so here we go again
The power structure kept in balance with gender acting roles
Like father, like son
Like mother, like daughter
Like sister, like brother
We pass the sickness on
f*** you for smearing my sexuality with filth
For letting me inherit your fear, shame and guilt
I am just a naked boy with an erection
and with my heart I despite male tradition
f*** you for smearing my sexuality with filth
For letting me inherit your fear, shame and guilt
I am a girl and I happen to be naked
but that doesn't mean I want to have sex
---original by BURNING KITCHEN, 2003
Written by: John Andrei Mink, Monica Megan March-Wright
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