Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Saturday morning Ash in my cereal bowl News on the plasma Selling me panic and polls Big red buttons Tiny little printed lies Clowns in neckties Pointing at the sky [Chorus] We’re just gummy bears and gasoline Colorful kids in a crooked machine Laugh while it burns in a shiny screen Can’t tell me what to be You can’t tell me what to be Flip your script I’ll flip your throne Turn your slogan into stone Gummy bears and gasoline You don’t own me [Verse 2] They draw their heroes In capes of party blue Say it’s for safety But it smells like revenue Sticker on my window Says “trust us We’re your friends” I see the fine print Freedom in the past tense [Chorus] We’re just gummy bears and gasoline Colorful kids in a crooked machine Laugh while it burns in a shiny screen Can’t tell me what to be You can’t tell me what to be Flip your script I’ll flip your throne Turn your slogan into stone Gummy bears and gasoline You don’t own me (oh no) [Bridge] I’m not your hashtag I’m not your vote I’m not the punchline In your cartoon show I’m sick of sermons From faces on a feed I’ll draw my own world Watch me color it free (hey!) [Chorus] We’re just gummy bears and gasoline Colorful kids in a crooked machine Laugh while it burns in a shiny screen Can’t tell me what to be You can’t tell me what to be Flip your script I’ll flip your throne Turn your slogan into stone Gummy bears and gasoline You don’t own me You don’t own me (yeah) You don’t own me
Tags
rock, Cartoon-slapstick blues rock with crunchy overdriven guitars, swaggering bass, and tight live drums; female vocals half-snarled, half-playful. Verses bounce with stop-start riffs and comic sound-effect stabs; chorus explodes into shout-along hooks and stacked gang vocals. Mid-song breakdown leans into a swung groove and wry spoken asides, then a wailing guitar lead lifts into the final hook., blues, female vocals
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
1/25/2026