Tell Them Where to Go

They got sick of the boys' club They got sick of those men Telling them what they couldn't do 'cause they were too shy or too femme And so they started their own space where they could plug in and play Make their own heroes, make their own noise and say what they needed to say Are you stuck in your bedroom with your stereo on? Thinking you'll never play that way 'cause your too weird or too young Why don't you walk out your bedroom and steal your brother's guitar? Go see the folks who took rock back from blokes and who get who you really are Just ignore them all and play You tell them where to go