Manpower

You, with the ribbons in your hair:

Recall when there were flowers there?

Before the Men in Power saw red

And turned yours into a scapegoat's head?

They said your pursuit of liberty

Had thrown all their boys in poverty

And "made most you women disobey."

How could so much change from yesterday?

And they seated their chiefs, resplendent

And they gave them the words you wore;

And they helped make your Sex descendant

By closing your ev'ry door;

And if you still felt independent,

They'd demote you to working poor.

You were working, but guess who for?

For the Men in Power.

Manpower for the Men in Power.

(Who're the men enshrouded

Holding silent strings round my hands

That tug to make me blame you

And twist if I refuse to?)

You, with the powder on your cheek:

They've made the facts to keep you weak.

Their yellow research headlined the rags

While editors of the fashion mags

Said, "Your freedom's made you discontent"

Except when you'd choose their sponsor's scent.

And soon household goods would catch your eye

'Til "Surrender!" was your soul's sole reply.

And they deified hip reduction

And your roles early on were played;

They convinced you a liposuction

Was a sure way to make the grade;

And the press, with their trend construction,

Called you Over-The-Hill Old Maid

So you'd panic, and wed, afraid,

For the Men in Power.

Manpower for the Men in Power.

(Have we made no progress?

Has there been no lesson we've learned?

Are they so frail and fearful

They need to see you cower?

If they're disenfranchised

Boys are paid 'til tables are turned.

These men-in-white's advantage

Is that they own the tower.

And the fact I'm passive

Makes me all the more concerned!

Am I so tired and jaded

To fight the Men in Power?)