The Apple Pie And The Knife Lyrics - Singles - Kat Robichaud And The Darling Misfits

Shoulder to shoulder 

How fast we've forgotten 

Hand in hand, into the fray 

No one remembers, except the departed 

How it all started 

And who is to blame 

Shoulder to shoulder 

Turned head to toe 

On and on and on we go 

Fated and fixed in a vassalage state 

With the sabotage slut-shaming we create 

After a lifetime of fighting and flat-lining 

Clawing and clutching for air 

Bent over backwards to prove that my backbone 

Was actually there 

I got my foot in the door 

You call me a whore? 

Because I'm not a man 

How many acts, how many vendettas 

Will it take you to want me just the way I am? 

You want the apple pie 

But I'm the knife, too sharp to swallow 

You want the seen-not-heard 

But I'm the bullet, not the hollow shell 

But I can only be myself 

And no one else 

Still they're braying 

She's driving me bat shit 

Those shorts show her legs 

She's proud of herself 

LOOK! She's proud of herself 

She should be docile 

She should know her place 

God, I'm sick of her face 

Instead of a tightrope, it should be a clothesline 

Instead of a microphone, it should be air 

Who gives a shit about Susan B. Anthony's fight for equality 

Look at her hair! 

Come on, ladies 

Settle down 

It's just for show 

Why all this nonsense of "who does she think she is?" 

That cocky bitch will steal our husbands 

It's a petty fight to the finish 

Little girl, I hate to diminish your style 

Thank god you got a pretty smile 

Is there any fault in me 

Being who and what I want to be? 

Who would have thought that a girl with a dream 

Could be such a controversial thing? 

Why you so hard-up on making a scene? 

Where do you get off on being so mean? 

I didn't come here to win your approval 

I didn't come here for fortune or fame 

I came to stand up for girls that you've beaten down 

Over and over and over and over again 

This damsel is distressed 

She doth protest, "It shouldn't be like this" 

I'm not the enemy 

I want to be loved like everybody else 

You want the apple pie 

But I'm the knife too sharp to swallow 

You want the seen-not-heard 

But I'm the bullet 

I'm the bullet 

I'm the bullet 

NOT the hollow shell