I’m tired of being told what to do
So I’ll rail at all of you
Even though none of you
(Well, almost none of you)
Has ever told me what to do

This is how we do it
We punish the innocent
Because the guilty are way too much trouble

Someone you love hurt you?
Take it out on the next person
Or better yet,
Take it out on everyone
Who shares some characteristic
(Like gender)
With the offending person

This is how we do it
We’re gored one day by a bull
And spend the rest of our lives
Cursing the horses