Break Out Your Gilded Cage
[Fairness + Chorus]
All you want to do is adore us
Follow us for our looks
When we speak our minds you ignore us
You don't even read our books
Don't write us out of history
(Don't hide us)
We've done some thinking to
(Don't fight us)
Enough of this misogyny
(Don't spite us)
Listen to our point of view
We haven't been brushing our hair
Or wondering what to wear
We have been thinking, so beware
Women will be running the show
[John Rawls]
Mary Wollstonecraft?
[Mary Wollstonecraft]
Now that I have your attention, Professor Rawls... Hit it!
[Chorus]
You can see the private sphere
Where the state can't interferе
We care what men do to wivеs
It's not just their private lives
What's private 'bout the family?
Man thinks it's his property
Justice matters in the home
Put that in your heavy tome
[Wollstonecraft]
Men think that women's beauty
Is their highest moral duty
Not that I'm being snooty, but
Honestly it's unimpressive
Family can be regressive
Justice in the family
Is central to morality
My man you're living large
[Chorus]
Who put you in charge?
It's urbanistic
It's frankly sadistic
Not in this day and age
So in a fit of rage
Break out your gilded cage
Spread your wings and off you fly
[Wollstonecraft - spoken]
My dear, if a man doesn't treat you right, he can't expect you to play by the rules that he has written
[Male Chorus]
Do do do do do do
[Wollstonecraft]
Shut up! Don't drown out our voices!
We don't want to be lawbreakers
Let us vote and be lawmakers
Ladies, we are movers and shakers
Am I hearing any takers?
Hormones don't make us unstable
Don't you dare repeat that fable
Men think swings affect our mood
Frankly that's extremely rude
[Chorus]
Don't let a man decide
Let your reason be your guide
Speak up and have some pride
Don't live in a separate sphere
Tell him what he's got to hear
Let him know you won't tolerate
Being treated as second rate
[Wollstonecraft]
The personal is political
[Fairness]
And the political is personal
[Chorus]
My man you're living large
Who put you in charge?
It's urbanistic
It's frankly sadistic
Not in this day and age
So in a fit of rage
Break out your gilded cage
Oh my god it's time to
Don't look back you've got to
Spread your wings, it's time to fly