Like an episode of twilight zone there's a country torn apart by personal preference, genetics, and the fear of progress.
If a man and a man cannot walk hand-in-hand
would it make your little day and would you celebrate narrow minds running this democracy?
The right to live, the right to breathe, the right to love who the fuck we want.
Human beings against humans being humans, what the fuck?

We're sorry sir, this is an exclusive club and it always has been.
The same struggle ringing in our ears as civil's definition blurs across the page.

Fifty years since Miss Brown showed the world that the power to change can even rest in little girls,
which corked the mouths of pasty free-range separatists.

2004, three lessons learned,
two can play at this game and bring full out war,
settle the score and push buttons that cannot be ignored.

We're sorry sir, this is an exclusive club and it always has been.
The same struggle ringing in our ears as civil's definition blurs across the page.

It's only skin, someday they'll see it's only love.
Once upon a time still undefined, there's no real choice involved except accept it's simply what we became.
What we became.

We're sorry sir, this is an exclusive club and it always has been.
The same struggle ringing in our ears as civil's definition blurs across the page.

And maybe one of these days
all the blindfolds will simply break
away from empty eyes revealing
limitless blue skies
and then bats and moles will see:
it's what we became.