You can't fix what isn't broken
I tried to leave the door open
Hop around from scene to scene
Then you cry when you start to bleed
You can't live with your mistakes
You blame them on this place
You won't accept your faults
Won't speak your f*cking thoughts
F*ck your boys club
We're not gonna lay down and die
This is our scene, this is our time
We're knocking down the doors
On the men who called us Whore
This our time, this is our Fight
We're not gonna lay down and die
This is our scene, this is our time
Swing our bats and clutching our knives
This is our time to f*cking fight
F*ck your boys club