They sit at their long tables
Their long dark wooden tables
They sit in chairs so high and mighty
With white beards and dark suits
They write down the laws they govern
They write down my fate, my future
They write down what's yet to come
They write down yes and no
And I don't think you understand
No, I don't think you've noticed
That I am not your property
This body, it belongs to me
And I am not for the action
And I am not for the doing
And I am not for taking life
But I am, I am
I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
They rally and they shout, they mutter
They hurt, they blame, they maim, they kill
And guess who gets the worst of this
Oh, guess who gets the shorter stick
Not the perpetrator, but the victim they are ruined
'Cause the law is not on their side
But to the laws they must abide
And I don't think you understand
No, I don't think you've noticed
That I am not your property
This body, it belongs to me
And I am not for the action
And I am not for the doing
And I am not for taking life
But I am, I am
I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Yes, I am for the choice
Guess who I belong to, it's not you
Not you
So don't you dare tell me what to do
In matters that don't concern you.
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