Greg Walton

Lyrics

Verse 1
Maria passed out at a party, a frat boy had his way
Her college kept it in the closet, waitin’ for graduation day
Then she got news from the doctor, why her monthly was so late
Maria broke down from her burdens, called the clinic for a date.

Chorus
She thought she had to fix her symptom
Cause no one cared about the cure
And everyone would talk about it
Pointin’ fingers at her symptom

Verse 2
And what about the boy who used her, puttin’ roofies in her beer
So he could own her as his object and his friends don’t call him queer
Well he went on to finish law school, after he got his MBA
He’s makin’ rules up there in Congress, and her symptom payed his way

Chorus
He did it talkin’ ‘bout her symptom
With out a care about a cure
With his eye on 1600 Pennsylvania
And her symptom

Bridge
He couldn’t see any more than just a twisted fantasy
Formed and never freed from the cage of toxic masculinity
Set us free. Set us free.
Set us free….

Chorus
Free from talkin’ ‘bout are symptoms
Without a thought about a cure
Screamin’ and shoutin’ at each other…
‘Bout our symptoms

All we talk about are symptoms
Without a thought about a cure
Screamin’ and shoutin’ at each other
Pointin’ fingers at our symptoms
Screamin’ and shoutin’ at each other
Pointin’ fingers at our symptoms