Lyrics & Composition

by

Andreas Lodewijk Schmidt

Hello my dear son

How are you feeling today ?

Need to tell you something

I feel is very important to say

Look, there’s always men around

Like Andrew Tate

Not spreading much love

But spreading buckets full of hate

Listen up, my son

It’s not on, not on

It’s not on

Then there’s guys like Harry

Using their position to get laid

Do you think it’s fair then

That most women get underpaid?

Did I tell you about this Wacko ?

Grabbing you know what he said?

Do you know in the end?

He got elected president

Listen up, my son

It’s not on, not on

It’s not on

Not only men in power

Also much smaller men

Sending their pics around

Like no love to be found

Guys that don’t understand that no

no really means no

Even when she loud and clearly

Several times told them so

Listen up, my son

It’s not on, not on

On paper it’s all equal

Reality is not like that

We’re stuck in a perpetual sequel

Far from where we should be at

It’s not on

It’s not on

Hey you’re a good man

Be a better man

Don’t become like them

Hey you’re a good man

Be a better man

Don’t become like them

Hey you’re a good man

Be a better man

Don’t become like them