CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Black Tie
Well, it's a jungle out there
The year 2018, I didn't think
We'd still be sorting babies into blue and pink
And all our progress
Well, I wonder what it means
That the only girls' clothes that work for me
Turn out to be boyfriend jeans
Well, that's fine
'Cause I decline
A narrow set of rules that just don't work
'Cause these red lines
They're not mine
And if you need me you can find me ironing my shirt
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self
In a Year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find clothes that fit
And the images that f**ked ya
Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender
To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day
When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
And it's a bloody nightmare
Trying to fight the spread of bigotry and fear
That's uniting Piers Morgan and Germaine Greer
And all our progress
Yeah, I wonder who it's for
When I dared to utter that trans lives matter, yeah
And all I got was a TERF war
Well, that's fine
'Cause I decline
Your narrow set of rules, they just don't work
These red lines
They're not mine
And if you need me you can find me ironing my shirt
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self
In a Year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find clothes that fit
And the images that f**ked ya
Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender
To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day
When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
You will figure out what's yours
And that it's got
Nothing to do with fitting neatly in a box
That was constructed to make it seem
Like people come in just two teams
And anything that's in between ain't good enough
And you will love
And you'll be loved
And you're in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self
In a Year 11 hell
Darling, everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find clothes that fit
And the images that f**ked ya
Were a patriarchal structure
No, you never will surrender
To that narrow view of gender
And there's folks you've yet to meet
But you're exactly up their street
And they've been waiting just as long
To hear someone sing this song
And better days are one their way
When it won't matter what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
And girl, you're gonna be so happy
And girl, you're gonna be just fine
And girl, you're gonna be so happy
Down the line, down the line
The year 2018, I didn't think
We'd still be sorting babies into blue and pink
And all our progress
Well, I wonder what it means
That the only girls' clothes that work for me
Turn out to be boyfriend jeans
Well, that's fine
'Cause I decline
A narrow set of rules that just don't work
'Cause these red lines
They're not mine
And if you need me you can find me ironing my shirt
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self
In a Year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find clothes that fit
And the images that f**ked ya
Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender
To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day
When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
And it's a bloody nightmare
Trying to fight the spread of bigotry and fear
That's uniting Piers Morgan and Germaine Greer
And all our progress
Yeah, I wonder who it's for
When I dared to utter that trans lives matter, yeah
And all I got was a TERF war
Well, that's fine
'Cause I decline
Your narrow set of rules, they just don't work
These red lines
They're not mine
And if you need me you can find me ironing my shirt
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self
In a Year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find clothes that fit
And the images that f**ked ya
Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender
To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day
When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
You will figure out what's yours
And that it's got
Nothing to do with fitting neatly in a box
That was constructed to make it seem
Like people come in just two teams
And anything that's in between ain't good enough
And you will love
And you'll be loved
And you're in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self
In a Year 11 hell
Darling, everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find clothes that fit
And the images that f**ked ya
Were a patriarchal structure
No, you never will surrender
To that narrow view of gender
And there's folks you've yet to meet
But you're exactly up their street
And they've been waiting just as long
To hear someone sing this song
And better days are one their way
When it won't matter what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
And girl, you're gonna be so happy
And girl, you're gonna be just fine
And girl, you're gonna be so happy
Down the line, down the line
