
If you don’t like the sight, don’t look over here (REMIX)
**Verse 1** They say keep it clean, keep it quiet, keep it small Keep your head down, don’t answer when they call They point and laugh, say *what the hell are you?* Too much flesh, too much love, too damn true Mud on my boots, sweat on my skin Gold round my neck, fire within They tried to shame what was born to feel But this body right here? Yeah, this body real **Pre-Chorus** From the gutter to the moonlight glow From the backstreet drums to the radio They can choke on their rules and their polite lies We breathing heavy, we alive **Chorus** So we show it to the world, yeah we show it raw Two hearts dancing with no damn law Middle finger up to the odds we beat We grind, we sweat, we move our feet Show it to the world, no shame, no fear If they don’t like the sight, don’t look over here We ugly, we holy, we rough, we true Me and you, yeah, me and you --- **Verse 2** They want clean hands, clean love, clean talk But we learned truth don’t walk that walk I got scars where their words hit hard Still I stand like a burning yard They say *monster*, say *wrong*, say *sin* But they never been deep where we been When the night was cold and the lights were gone We held each other, we danced till dawn **Pre-Chorus** Every sneer just feeds the flame Every curse just knows our name We don’t beg, we don’t explain We mash up fear, we mash up shame **Chorus** So we show it to the world, yeah we show it loud No apology, no bowing down Let them choke on their righteous talk We wine through fire, we stomp through chalk Show it to the world, skin and bone Every scar says *not alone* They can spit, they can point, they can do what they do Me and you, yeah, me and you --- **Bridge (half-time, chant-like)** Who tell you you too much? (They lie!) Who tell you hide your touch? (They lie!) Who tell you love got rules? (They lie!) Burn their book, break their tools --- **Verse 3** Under string lights, under watchful eyes We kiss like a curse, like a battle cry This ain’t pretty for polite design This that back-alley, blood-and-wine If the world want saints carved out of stone We choose dirt, breath, meat, and bone If loving you make me a freak Then I’ll roar it out in the street **Final Chorus (bigger, communal)** Yeah we show it to the world, every scar, every pound Every dirty beat, every low-end sound We don’t shrink, we don’t crawl, we don’t play polite We dance in the smoke, we fuck up the night Show it to the world, let the good folks stare We found a truth they never dared If the world don’t bend, then the world gon’ learn Two outcasts blazing, we burn, we burn --- **Outro (repeat, fade, call & response)** Me and you… (against all odds) Me and you… (still standing broad) Me and you… (no hiding place) We show it to the world— Right in they face. ---

