They circumcise imagination
Wrench all choice out of our hands
Suffocate emotions with
the pillow of our customary ways
Every aspect of our lives
is by tradition chastified
Honesty is now novelty
Competition is prerequisite not love.
Love I once considered uncontrollable
Now awaits pre-packaged to be bought and sold.
Romantic novels, films and songs just to alienate
No longer are we content to separate.
We've grown sick and tired of mere representation and hiding emotions away,
Of capitalist culture it's a manifestation, to keep us all in our place.
So you take us tenderly, or you won't take us at all
A movement of beauty to share and enjoy for wimmin can orgasm too.
They blame the promiscuous world
For our value and moral decay,
Sex is to blame for the great British rot
That's what the papers say.
Bound to each other they offer us monogamy
No space to love another, you are my property.
Prisoners of gender on every page
These images divert attention from the cage.
Like tins on a shelf we're painted and packaged contained in our own sexual brand,
View me, consume me, I am yours won't you take me, I'll writhe at your every command.
Stuff their rowdy[?] Christian beliefs and redundant moral ideals
Love is the basis of our revolution.
Free love is a spirit that you'll never kill.
Sexuality may appear somewhat trivial
But the comprehension of love is essential.
As prohibitions are demystified
We start to reclaim control of our lives.
CONTROL OF OUR LIVES
