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Any excuse to get the guns out. I was honestly torn between this idea and a different one (leaning toward the other) but before I could lock it in, I got into what can only be described as “A Long And Arduous Conversation With An Immediate Relative About How, Yes, A Man Can Wear Women's Clothing And Makeup And Still Be A Man.“ SO I just had no choice at that point. It's also made to address a similar sentiment I sometimes see amongst the fans, uncommon as it is... man that was a lot of random bullshit typing anyway ENJOY THE SONG --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: In the year of 20XX, a super weird unit named Chonny Jash was making videos. Experimenting with fashion and makeup, speculation ran rampant, prompting the man to write a song to the more… unenlightened. One. Two. Three. Four. 20XX. 20XX. Please help me see the line you've drawn between blue and pink. I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I think. It's plenty arbitrary, and yet still you're concerned that “He in heels and makeup simply must be a Her.“ But I don't really know what you want me to tell you. The future's already here and it's thrown out all your 'set' truths. Half a hundred years can do a number on the progressive... “A man in a crop top? Babe, don't be excessive. Change is only fine if it's lying behind my line.“ You've had your time, now the pulpit and mic is mine. And I know I'm preaching to the choir, but I don't see the need to be so perturbed. It's OK. (You're fine, mate.) I swear it won't hurt. And when you open your eyes, you'll see a whole new technicolour world. You'll see it's 20XX. Yeah, you can be who you want, so imma keep it a little default. 20XX. Yeah, you can be coral, mauve or cyan and still be a mega man. “Be who you are!“ As long as it's someone that they've picked. “Stay true to your heart!“ As long as it's safe, tried... prosaic! “Make it your own!“ As long as it's simple and formulaic. Litmus tests show that 7 in 15 men are basic. I'm really feeling for the people born prior to me. I guess I'm making good on my given port priority. Fruity is as Fruity does, but that don't mean that I loathe the 'sir.' (Dysphoria? I hardly know 'er!) And rumour says the pan man in feminine apparel fucks with any audio in either of the stereo channels... or anywhere in between. So feel the groove and let the times be absurd. It's OK (You're 'right, mate!) to keep that line blurred. And if they're looking irate, check the date and let that motherfucker be heard. Because it's 20XX. Oh, the squares have had their time. Now it's the era of the bent line. Yeah, you had just 56. But here are millions of colours on this planet, so we're gonna run the whole damn gamut! 20XX. Yeah, you can be who you want, so imma keep it a little default. 20, XY. And yet, they reckon it's a disguise; “Two X chromosomes in a cis guy.“ I'm always happy to be the emissary of change. I'm always happy to go into tomorrow forsaking today. But that don't mean that I need me to be rearranged. No, I'm happy to stay. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwhh, fuck, but I'm a slut for a key change. *cough* *cough* Because it's 20XX. So there's no need to be shook when I start tearing up the guidebook. 20XX. Throw up your technicolour flags. Sing it one more time! For the fans! 20XX. Go tell the past to bow out, because the present's getting weird now. 20XX. So let's have some fun while we're here. We don't know what'll happen next year. 20XX.
