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Well, the folks in D.C. looked up one day
And they saw that the heartland looked a little too straight
So they rounded up dykes from Portland to Brooklyn
To put a queer touch on the food that you're cooking
Now from OK to Iowa, there's an invasion
Of tough, butch gays of the female persuasion
I'm a federally-funded lesbian farmer
Old MacDonald better lock up his daughter
I'll turn her into a man-hating feminist
I'm just here to make an honest living
Working hard, ploughing, tilling
And when I'm done, shucks, get me a girl to kiss!
Well, it seemed like the job was right on the nose
'Cause we've all got plenty of flannel clothes
And it seems like farming goes much faster
Behind the wheel of my Subaru tractor
Yes, making things grow is great work to do
And hey, little lady, I could grown on you
I'm a federally-funded lesbian farmer
Old MacDonald better lock up his daughter
I'll turn her into a man-hating feminist
I'm just here to make an honest living
Working hard, ploughing, tilling
And when I'm done, shucks, get me a girl to kiss!
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The Problem
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Every day I feel like I've dozed behind the wheel
My eyes are off the road and I've lost control
GPS has lost its signal and my mind is growing dismal
I'm out of gas and I've got nowhere to go
It's the problem of our generation
It's the debt that follows graduation
A sinking sense of alienation from my fears
And we're all suffering depression
In desperate need of decompression
But instead we're only living our own fears
"Go to school," they said; "Pay a mint to fill your head"
And they promised us a cornucopia
But now there are no choice and it all just seems so pointless
All we got was anhedonia
Oh, my vision's getting blurred; this life just seems absurd
I'm desperate for some answers to reveal
And I'm just too irate to elucidate
The myriad of ways this seems unreal
It's the problem of our generation
It's the debt that follows graduation
A sinking sense of alienation from my fears
And we're all suffering depression
In desperate need of decompression
But instead we're only living our own fears
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Stephanie MacIntire New York, New York
Loud guitars and cusses. Punk rock riot grrrl shit.
You might know me from playing on the Undertale soundtrack, or from the band Strange Lips.
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