Emily

A chain and a gate, such a pretty sight

Tie me up in little knots, but make it nice and tight

It's not just a protest, it's a given right

To pull apart your patriarchal mind

What am I supposed to say?

How does it go?

I thought that you were the man

Well how would you know

I would rather starve, than submit

But darling that's the point, isn't it?

You can crush my ribs beneath your hands

But I'll die

Before you make me a man

A slap on the wrist for things I should have said

Fire me up I'll show you how I use my pretty head

Should I throw myself into the road to rearrange the blame

It's a shame you don't remember her name

I would rather starve, than submit

But darling that's the point, isn't it?

You can crush my ribs beneath your hands

But I will die

It's obvious that all you want's a foot on higher ground

But baby it's the little girls who make this world go round

We'll make believe you're in command but I doubt

You'd understand

Oohh

I would rather starve, than submit

But darling that's the point, isn't it?

You can crush my ribs beneath your hands

But I will die

I'll die

Before you make me a man