Hands Off Her Choice

Verse 1

Streetlights screaming, judgment in their eyes,

Pointing fingers, selling guilt in cheap disguise.

Standing at the clinic, yelling holy lies,

Like they own her body, like they own her life.

You don’t know her story, you don’t know her pain,

You don’t feel the fear running through her veins.

You shout your morals like you wear a crown,

But freedom don’t kneel, freedom won’t bow down.

Pre-Chorus

You say it’s love, but it sounds like control,

You talk about God while you break her soul.

Step back, step off, hear the truth explode —

Her body, her life, her road.

Chorus

Hands off — her choice, her name, her life

You don’t get to rule what’s growing inside

Hands off — don’t cross that line

You don’t own her future, you don’t own her mind

It’s insane, it’s cruel, it’s outta control

That strangers think they own her soul

Back off, shut up, let her decide

Hands off her choice — let her live her life

Verse 2

Signs in the air like a bad old show,

Anger dressed up like “we told you so”.

Harassing women in their darkest hour,

Calling it faith, calling it power.

But power ain’t screaming in someone’s face,

Power is giving a woman her space.

You don’t carry the weight, you don’t feel the fear,

So what gives you the right to stand right here?

Pre-Chorus

You want control wrapped in holy fire,

But freedom burns hotter than your desire.

This ain’t your war, this ain’t your call,

She don’t owe you nothing at all.

Chorus

Hands off — her choice, her name, her life

You don’t get to rule what’s growing inside

Hands off — don’t cross that line

You don’t own her future, you don’t own her mind

It’s insane, it’s cruel, it’s outta control

That strangers think they own her soul

Back off, shut up, let her decide

Hands off her choice — let her live her life

Bridge (raw, half-spoken / screamed)

Who made you judge?

Who made you king?

Who said your fear means everything?

You don’t walk her miles,

You don’t bleed her days,

You don’t carry her nights or her weight or her pain.

Freedom ain’t silence.

Freedom fights back.

And we’re done being polite —

Yeah, we’re done with that.

(guitar break / scream ad-libs: “Back off!” — “Leave her alone!” — “Not your body!”)

Final Chorus (bigger, louder)

Hands off — her choice, her right to breathe

She don’t need permission to believe

Hands off — step out the way

Your morals don’t get to cage her fate

It’s her body, her truth, her fire, her voice

You don’t get a vote in a woman’s choice

Say it loud, say it proud, say it twice

Hands off her choice — let her live her life

Outro

So take your signs, take your shame,

Stop playing God in someone else’s pain.

This world won’t bend to your control —

Her body. Her life. Her soul.

Hands. Off

The RoAn Tigers music Love peace out out out out