I never think about love, I only feel gusts of lust 
My feminine nature [bad word] into feminine dust 
The white picket dream slips away and I’m free 
to trade lifetime for moment just to get some release 
No longer trapped by decisions or my strong imperfections 
I’m not really that bitter only mildly enlightened 
I’m not wanting to live my whole life as your wife 
So I can make you your dinner, tuck your kids in at night 
Will life be romantic when we lose our mystique 
Once are bodies are wasted yielding to the twenty-somethings 
people void of tradition, experiences forgotten 
Wisdom buried beneath the wishy-washy redundant 
Ahhh, ahhh They don’t want our voice to make a sound 
ahhh, ahhh, They politely want to grind us down 
But we’ve got too much now at stake to give it up to them 
We’re Rebels of Love 
What’s so modern about you and your obnoxious agenda 
You hide your skeletons so well a single stain couldn’t touch ya 
Caught by my strength, or at least the appearance 
I sit and mumble my words so that you barely hear them 
Still we’re fighting the ages with an unbridled vigor 
To be anything useless but not anything bigger 
I’m not wanting to live my whole life in the lie 
That who you are doesn’t matter just look good when you die 
I gave it all I played the part, I laid it down, my wasted heart 
The toxic air inside our lungs, but they don’t care our hearts die young