There's a man I see riding through our village
He rapes, annihilates and leaves a wake of pillaging
And I get the urge for killing, but I never seem to kill
So I swerve into being perturbed
Calm the rage at this stage
And what is that they say? "If he is being mean to you he's crushing" - hard
And I get the urge to stand up and fight
Good men, I know them. I recognize him
We honour the punks that step away from the terrifying norm of the patriarchy
And we get the urge to stand up and fight.
FIGHT!
Rejoice in the inertia. Purge the minutiae