Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sunday service
parking lot stares
Rainbow on my bumper
they pretend not to care
Holding her hand
like it’s some kind of crime
“Think of the children”
as if we ain’t someone’s child
[Chorus]
This country’s ours too
flag flies for me and you
Our hearts
our homes
our bodies on the line
Our love ain’t up for review
We’re breathing, bleeding, true
We’re done asking, “Is it alright?”
It’s our life
our bodies
our choices
our rights
[Verse 2]
Courtroom benches
hard as their tone
They argue my pronouns
like they bought my bones
Telling me “stranger”
who I know I’ve been
I won’t say “thank you”
for the skin that I live in
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
They point in the grocery line
Mama pulls her kid behind
But that child might grow up like me
and need to see
someone standing free
Head high at the county fair
boots dusty, rainbow hair
We’ve buried too many nights
to bow to their fright
[Chorus]
Style
countrymodern country-rock anthem with steady kickwarm acoustic guitarsand a gritty lead electric. verses stay intimate with close-mic male vocalsbrushes on snareand soft organ pad; chorus explodes with gang vocalsbig crash cymbalsand harmony stacks on the hook. middle section strips back to just guitar and voice before a final full-bandshout-along chorus.
Prompt
A LGBTQ+ song about our rights that we should feel free to do what we want to ourselves our bodies our choices our rights our human rights our fights with the public they look and judge us, country
Credits
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NickDABeats123
NickDABeats123GeneratedJan 8, 2026
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