man you’ve gotta problem, who made you f*ckin’ king a macho pig with nothing in your head. no girls around you, their place is not at gigs, don’t want ’em on the dance floor cause they’re weak. a woman’s place, the kitchen, on her back, it’s time to change that att*tude, and quick. showing us your phobias, you’re scared to see ’em think, you’d rather dress ’em up in pretty lace, all nice and colored pink. you feel so f*cking threatened, when they stand out in front, a stupid, p*ssive piece of meat is all you really want but it’s not just boys’ fun there’s girls who put out fanzines, others put on shows, yet they’re not allowed to get out on the floor. some make the music, well that you can accept. h*ll, maybe live you’ll get some t*ts and *ss you f*cking moron, your brains have run amuck, a girl’s only lot in life is not to f*ck!