Part of their Big Machine (Short)

Which way to go? Just don’t know, I never know, no, no way out of this mess, too much distress, giving me less and less yet I want more--too sick, too tired, too hungry, too poor. Stay calm, here’s a cookie, give me your arm, take the shot, even if it kills you feel good cuz you’re doing it for the good of all, stay small, be righteous, trust our science, be reliant, take the jab, wear the mask, shut your mouth, keep quiet. I’m in the groove, looking for some smooth, take to street, trying to find a beat before they beat me down, spin me round, put me through the wash, o gosh, spic and span, now I’m squeaky clean, ready to be part of their big machine. Don’t know where to stand, they got the plan, now I’m a woman, no no I’m a man, a he, a she, a they, an it, damn. You got your doubts, you don’t shout, pound for pound they’re gonna knock you out ... that he-she boxer-man kicked her ass, ain’t got no class, they broke the glass, now they got you reeling, stripped you of feeling. Sorry that’s all you get, can’t have more, your poor girl dreams are shattered on the floor. Now that’s too bad, won’t say it’s sad, I’m glad you see the way out, start to shout, use your clout, wake up to their woke, don't go broke, don’t keep breathing in their lies and smoke, Time quickly passes as you TikTok your days with cats and girl’s asses. Turn back the clock, give back your stock, the nation is in tatters, ruled by the Mad Hatters, we’re out of gas, no worry, oh honey just print some more money. "More ink! More paper! Keep those presses rolling!" I’m in the groove, looking for some smooth, take to street, trying to find a beat before they beat me down, spin me round, put me through the wash, o gosh, spic and span, now I’m squeaky clean, ready to be part of their big machine. Don’t know where to stand, they got the plan, now I’m a woman, no no I’m a man, a he, a she, a they, an it, damn. You got your doubts, you don’t shout, pound for pound they’re gonna knock you out ... that he-she boxer-man kicked her ass, ain’t got no class, they broke the glass, now they got you reeling, stripped you of feeling. Sorry that’s all you get, can’t have more, your poor girl dreams are knocked out on the floor. On the floor. ___________________ Lyrics by Jonathan Star Inspiration for the song came about after watching the early rounds of the "women's" boxing competition at the summer Olympic Games in Paris.