WING NUTS [Cold Open] (spoken / shouted) We're just a couple wing nuts in a junk drawer where no bolt-headed dick can tell us what our holes are for anymore. Sitting in his ice cream palace, where puppies never learned to fly, only where the heartless have learned to turn blood into the color of fear, that we still call a potential you will never earn, every time the moon returns. [Verse 1] We weren't born with serial numbers, didn't crawl here to fit your shelf. Every label you nailed upon us was another lie you told yourself. You measure worth in polished mirrors, in signatures, permission slips. We measure truth in broken voices, split knuckles, cracked-up fingertips. [Pre-Chorus] You built a palace out of sugar, called it law and called it grace. Every smiling little statue wears another stolen face. [Chorus] Raise your fist! Break the drawer! We don't fit your world anymore! Raise your voice! Kick the door! No one tells us what we're for! Wing nuts! Wing nuts! Loose enough to shake your throne! Wing nuts! Wing nuts! We'll decide what we call home! [Verse 2] You sell obedience as freedom, fear as something we should choose. Dress your cages up like gardens, blame the flowers when they refuse. Every body is a border, every border learns to bleed. You can't patent human thunder. You can't copyright a need. [Bridge] No more rulers made of plastic. No more sermons sold as fact. No more polishing your halo while the wolves are dressed in black. We're not your daughters. Not your saints. Not your warning labels. Not your paint. We're the rust beneath the monument. The laugh inside the trial. The crack that splits the marble. The riot in denial. [Final Chorus] Raise your fist! Break the drawer! We don't fit your world anymore! Raise your voice! Take it back! Leave their kingdom off the map! Wing nuts! Wing nuts! Every moon returns the same. Wing nuts! Wing nuts! We'll remember every name. No bolt-headed king. No polished throne. No frozen palace. We're our own. Every time the moon returns... Every time the moon returns... Every time the moon returns... We're still here.
