Torn straight from An ambivalent mother's breast And handed armaments Committed to offense Administered the final test And his shards Swept under the mortcloth rug Draw blood from barren feet His brief tenure is now complete Heartstrings pulled down with a tug We're breaking them in We're breaking them in To survive they must know discipline
So we're breaking them in The distaff spits And weaves the bonds that truss her inert mind Keep her out of the loop Keep her easy to dupe Tossed out with the other rinds Her time has pa**ed Doled out to the virile kind Without a shred of hesitance Surrendering her precedence By our pa**ive design