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The Trying. A name representing something we must constantly be doing in our lives. This is the epitome of myself. This is my space without restrictions. The personal/political - inseparably wound.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#14,988 in subgenre
Peak #365
Charts
Peak #656
Author
Chris Kaetzel
Uploaded
September 14, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 4:39
Lyrics
I don’t want any of you to listen to the words of this song
I just want you motherf*** ers dancing
Chorus
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Now shake motherf*** ers
Nod motherf*** ers
Absorb motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Verse 1
All of you b*** es shake your hips for me
And nod your f*** ing heads like you’re affirming
Listen to the beats and move your feet
While the words slip in and make you weak
Ladies listen to the words that your dancing to
Who the f*** am I kidding? Just do what you do
And men keep grinding up on their ass
That pussy is yours as long as you dance
It’s okay for me to say that you’re a b***
It’s okay for me to say ‘cause it makes me rich
Keep on buying records and watch my videos
As I sell your body, ya’ll know how it goes
I’m funnelin’ that sh** into your brain
And I guess it’s f*** in’ workin’ ‘cause here you stay
And listen to my stories of totin’ guns
So drawn to phallogocentrism it makes you numb
But isn’t that the way that it’s always been?
I guess on the surface that how you fit in
But there’s a whole group of people fighting for you
To rid us all of this phallic noose
And men you just perpetuate all this sh**
Your acceptance of women being treated as garbage
And when you just accept all of this
You just pave the way for more degradation
All you motherf*** ers need to wake up and learn
Hell’s on Earth and you continue to burn
Chorus
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Now shake motherf*** ers
Nod motherf*** ers
Absorb motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Second verse
Don’t look at any of this too hard, you might start makin’ stuff up
Don’t look at yourself and see what you’re a part of
See what you can stop
See what you consume
See what you ignore
It’s all up to up to you
I know you won’t fight for
Your mother
Your sister
Your lover
Your friend
F*** that, keep dancing, motherf*** ers
Keep blastin’ that sh** until six in the morn’
By now she’s done passed out
That whore wanted what came to her
Yeah boy, ain’t you heard, rohypnol’s hip
Oh yeah, your turn
Don’t worry, she won’t remember sh** in the morning
She won’t even know why she’s hurting
High fives for gang rapes
High fives for manliness
High fives for all these female masochists
Yeah boy, ain’t you heard?
She wanted that sh**
She wanted all six of us to give it to her
Remember the power
Remember the pleasure
Remember the music
That sh** was treasure
And I know you won’t show no remorse
That sh** ’s beneath you, remember the clothes that she wore
And I know you won’t show no remorse
That sh** ’s beneath you
Just like that human who trusted you
Chorus
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Now shake motherf*** ers
Nod motherf*** ers
Absorb motherf*** ers
Dance motherf*** ers
Third Verse
And I’m not sayin’ I’m above all this
I’m with you in the cult(ure) of ignorance
And ladies I’m not sayin’ that you’re stupid
But you need to pay attention to what you’re doin’
And men I’m not sayin’ that you’re all pigs
But think about the lyrics that you’re listenin’ to
Think about the appeal to objectification
Think about all the ramifications
You can’t pretend that it doesn’t matter
You can’t brush it off with a nod and some laughter
You’re nodding your heads to the music
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes
You keep telling your brain that all of it is okay
You’re cool with it, it’s just words
You keep telling her that you’re in love with her
But just keep noddin’, it’s just words
No it’s f*** in’ not why can’t you see that I know that you’re not blind
How can you pretend language is irrelevant
How can you pretend that you’re not a part of it?
Desensitized to popular music
You’ve the ability to think,
