Once Bitten from Skipping Stone by Ange Boxall

ONCE BITTEN

I was once a little bitten, I was twice a little shy
It does not give you the right to mess around with my mind
Didn’t’ teach us anything but I think it is about time
We taught you a little lesson, now we’re going to rewind… It goes

Harvey, Trump, Pell, you can go to hell
And you can stay there
Yes, you can stay there
When patriarchy reigns, you can see the stains
All the bloodshed, all the bloodshed

Now it’s come full circle and we’re turning things around
Standing up for ourselves even on shaky ground
Will you look at us directly, will you look us in the eyes
And see what we see without those horrid little lies

Cause they say a fish rots from the head down baby
From the head down
From the head down
Why should we look up to lying kings
Searching, searching

All that glitters isn’t gold, can’t believe what we’ve been told
More the fool in fooling round and the bitter truth is cold
On the screen, on the stage, all the bullshit, all the rage
Come on show yourselves and oh, how about you act your age

You’re a Casanova cowboy, you’re the devil in disguise
You’re the coward of the county and you’re playing with our lives

Harvey, Trump, Pell, you can go to hell
And you can stay there
Yes, you can stay there
Cause they say a fish rots from the head down baby
From the head down
From the head down
Why should we look up to lying kings
Searching, searching, searching, searching

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