Well, it's a jungle out there
The year 2018, I didn't think
We'd still be sorting babies into blue and pink
And all our progress, well I wonder what it means
That the only girls' clothes that work for me
Turn out to be boyfriend jeans
Well, that's fine. 'Cause I decline
A narrow set of rules that just don't work
'Cause these red lines, well they're not mine
And if you need me, you can find me ironing my shirt
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find the clothes that fit
And the images that gotcha
Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender
To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day
When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
And it's a bloody nightmare
Tryna fight the spread of bigotry and fear
That's uniting Piers Morgan and Germaine Greer
And all our progress, yeah I wonder who it's for
When I dared to utter that trans lives matter
And all I got was a TERF war
Well, that's fine. 'Cause I decline
A narrow set of rules that just don't work
'Cause these red lines, well they're not mine
And if you need me, you can find me ironing my shirt
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Get a postcard to my
Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
Saying everything's gonna be alright
No, you won't grow out of it
You will find the clothes that fit
And the images that gotcha
Were a patriarchal structure
And you never will surrender
To a narrow view of gender
And I swear there'll come a day
When you won't worry what they say
On the labels, on the doors
You will figure out what's yours
Grace Petrie, 2018
Guitar Chords for Black Tie
G Em C D
G
Well, it's a jungle out there
D Am
The year 2018, I didn't think
C G
We'd still be sorting babies into blue and pink
D
And all our progress, well I wonder what it means
Am
That the only girls' clothes that work for me
C
Turn out to be boyfriend jeans
Em A7
Well, that's fine. 'Cause I decline
C G
A narrow set of rules that just don't work
Em A7
'Cause these red lines, well they're not mine
C
And if you need me, you can find me ironing my shirt
G Bm
'Cause I'm in black tie tonight
Em
Get a postcard to my
C G
Year 11 self in a year 11 hell
Bm Em
Saying everything's gonna be alright
C
No, you won't grow out of it
G
You will find the clothes that fit
D
And the images that gotcha
Em
Were a patriarchal structure
C
And you never will surrender
G
To a narrow view of gender
D
And I swear there'll come a day
Em
When you won't worry what they say
C
On the labels, on the doors
G
You will figure out what's yours