Torn straight from
An ambivalent mother's breast
And handed armaments
Committed to offense
Administered the final test
And his shards
Swept under the mortcloth rug
Draw blood from barren feet
His brief tenure is now complete
Heartstrings pulled down with a tug
We're breaking them in
We're breaking them in
To survive they must know discipline
So we're breaking them in
The distaff spits
And weaves the bonds that truss her inert mind
Keep her out of the loop
Keep her easy to dupe
Tossed out with the other rinds
Her time has pa**ed
Doled out to the virile kind
Without a shred of hesitance
Surrendering her precedence
By our pa**ive design