Give a big hand
For the boys in the band who can do everything better than me
An overnight success, just from banging on their chest
As we cheer beneath the glass ceiling
We've only ever dreamt of the majority they represent
Who could get away with anything
Normalise the way they behave after they avert the blame
Pretend there's no special treatment
The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys
The band, the band, that made them
The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise
The cause, the rumours, the privilege
Give a big hand to the boys in the band
As they try to work a crowd
They're local heroes I've heard, but the lines are getting blurred
The girls say they're not safe to be around
Raising a glass to the boys who got this far
Without being called out for anything
From the [?] of well connected
Yet it sill being deflected
Cause we separate the art from the artist
The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys
The band, the band, that made them
The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise
The cause, the rumours, the privilege
The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys
The band, the band, that made them
The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise
The cause, [?] gaslit
The boys, the boys, the boys, the boys
The band, the band, that made them
The blood, the sweat, the tears, the noise
The cause, the rumours, the privilege
Hide your drink
From the boys in music
Before you pass out in their limousine
Cause it's really your fault
[?] assault
And you shouldn't have got so drunk at their gig
