[STYLE: melodic dark country-punk, Nick Cave–influenced, satirical baritone vocal, minimal post-punk drum groove, dirty blues/country harmony base, overdriven harmonica as lead instrument, no guitar solos, dry analog production, mid-tempo 90 BPM] [INTRO: instrumental, slow build, bass + minimal drums + distorted harmonica motif establishing dark ironic tone] [Verse 1] The world has crossed beyond both good and evil. The paradigm's been sold, dissolved, thrown into upheaval. Big Sister's watching you through all you say and do, Like a bloated queen bee, with honey on her snout still glued. In a pink robe, peeking through the Overton Window's frame, She laughs while Heaven and Hell mutate into the same. After seizing the realm where every "right" opinion's bred, She neatly shaved Big Brother right out of the picture instead. Thus ended the golden age of the proverbial Harvey. Once Oswald was the villain; now it's Weinstein, patron saint of starlets. Against the sinister laughter, dark and perverse, From the absolute rock bottom of the Marvel Universe. [Chorus] The only thing that sets me apart from everyone I know: They're not all there—my head's got nobody home. But may those lovely people kindly fuck right off. To extract superprofits from a cunt—that's feminism's attempt, Without the burden of shaving legs and armpits. [Verse 2] The bison march, kicking up the sand, worn and forlorn. Toward the deep-dug trench they carved with their own horns. These days, any Lolita can post just a couple of lines, And cancel any Humbert, like an eraser wiping out lives. Too late, you moth of midnight, to flutter through the whorehouses. You'll never grab the stars—neither from the sky nor by their ass. Shove your patriarchy right up there too—don't stop. If you crave a heart-to-heart, try hanging out at barbershops. Turns out we never left Animal Farm, did we? Are we moving toward equality, progress, and freedom? O Big Sister, don't shove your breast into my mouth. Public harassment takes root below—I've had more than I can stomach. [BREAK: instrumental, distorted harmonica solo, rhythmic tension, bass-led pulse, no vocals] [Bridge] We’re always being listened to, but never truly heard. To hell! I hold no grudge against them—on the contrary, I wish them well. Activism changes with every age, with every passing tide— But old age, icons, and cats remain the same, unchanged in time. [Chorus] The only thing that sets me apart from everyone I know: They're not all there—my head's got nobody home. But may those lovely people kindly fuck right off. To extract superprofits from a cunt—that's feminism's attempt, Without the burden of shaving legs and armpits. [OUTRO: extended instrumental fade, harmonica lead distorted and slowing, bass line repeating, drums gradually stripped down, cold unresolved ending]
