The Gender Feminism's Equity Plan
(Verse 1)
Some people say a man is made out of mud,
But the digital state wants your sweat and your blood.
Muscles and bone used to build up the town,
Now it’s servers and spreadsheets that weigh a man down.
You swipe through the apps but you’re locked in the cold,
The market is stacked and the stories are told.
Some people say a man is made out of mud,
But the digital state wants your sweat and your blood.
Muscles and bone used to build up the town,
Now it’s servers and spreadsheets that weigh a man down.
You swipe through the apps but you’re locked in the cold,
The market is stacked and the stories are told.
(Chorus)
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
(Verse 2)
I bought a little trailer on a patch of dry land,
Said, "I’ll live off the grid, out of everyone's hand."
Turned off the consumer, threw the metrics away,
Just a screen and some pixels at the end of the day.
But the county clerk knocked with a lien in his file,
Said, "You owe for existing, so give us a smile."
I bought a little trailer on a patch of dry land,
Said, "I’ll live off the grid, out of everyone's hand."
Turned off the consumer, threw the metrics away,
Just a screen and some pixels at the end of the day.
But the county clerk knocked with a lien in his file,
Said, "You owe for existing, so give us a smile."
(Chorus)
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
(Verse 3)
If you tax what I earn, then I’ll choose to earn less,
I’ll trade in the status for a life with less stress.
But they patched up the loophole and taxed what I own,
The brick and the mortar, the dirt and the stone.
You can’t pay a wealth tax with leisure or time,
So it’s back to the long grind to scrape up a dime.
If you tax what I earn, then I’ll choose to earn less,
I’ll trade in the status for a life with less stress.
But they patched up the loophole and taxed what I own,
The brick and the mortar, the dirt and the stone.
You can’t pay a wealth tax with leisure or time,
So it’s back to the long grind to scrape up a dime.
(Chorus)
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
(Verse 4)
The company store is a digital screen,
The ultimate landlord’s a fiscal machine.
They fund the programs that I’ll never see,
While charging a premium just to be me.
So line up, you citizens, punch in the code,
We’re all just units on a centralized road.
The company store is a digital screen,
The ultimate landlord’s a fiscal machine.
They fund the programs that I’ll never see,
While charging a premium just to be me.
So line up, you citizens, punch in the code,
We’re all just units on a centralized road.
(Chorus)
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
You grind sixteen hours, what do you get?
A day older and a higher tax rate.
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't come,
They've sold my soul for their equity plan.
