Ticket From The Sex Police (Patreon)

Hey all. A song with a message.

Lyrics:

Late on a Friday at the Walmart

She stops to wash her hands

it just seemed to make sense

One word rings out somewhere behind her

does she understand?

does she think she’s a man

a middle finger in her face

we feel ashamed of the human race

she got no badge, but she’s still pullin’ out the mace

Oh!

Chorus:

You got a ticket from the sex police

You got a ticket form the sex police

Usin’ a stall you got no hope at all

cuz the po po be out of control woah!

You got a ticket from the sex police

You got a ticket from the sex police

You got a choice, and you got a voice

do you die on a hill of bad opinions or let it go

They wear no uniform, no dress code

You might not know they’re there

you might not think they care

What kind of congregation is this

have you tried minding your own business

on your way into the bathroom

Been “going” for a thousand years

reject the manufactured fears

didn’t want it  in North Carolina and 

now we don't want it here 

Bridge:

There has

never been a single person male or female in this case that

“changed their gender” for a day to sneak into a private place or

occupy a typically feminine or other space and

creep up on your grandma in the hospital or other quite re-

diculous assertions that there’s sinister intent behind the 

use of public restrooms where they previously went inside the

bastion of a stall and if you look you should “get bent” decide the

gender of yourself because you’re not the sex police!

when you go into a bathroom

you choose for yourself

not for someone else

We’ve already solved this problem

We’re all wearing pants or skirts

You know what I mean, of course now come on!