Lyrics The Pervert Endeavour - Lice

The Pervert Endeavour

The pervert endeavour of love songs ends
As trying to ‘rhyme' women into intercourse
Is no longer a valuable use of our resources;
Increasingly the pressing subject to express
Becomes our rarely-acknowledged evil impulses
That, dormant, are at any provocation ready
In the men to turn into misogyny
In the straights, into homophobic tirades
In the whites, to turn into racist neuroses
And what drives these fellows in their obsession
With the infantile, inferior subject of women
When it’s better being a man:
You don’t have to worry about wandering hands
Menstrual pads, attacks in the street at night
Or attacks from your fellow mädchens
For saying ‘yes' too much Or saying ‘no' too much
These differences and biases end
In the burgeoning age of misanthropy
Where unbiased hatred has flourished
Such that women, homosexuals and foreigners
Need no longer be discouraged
Now that young white men despise themselves
As much as they did vous autres
Everyone will become everyone’s targets