Our Bodies, Our Country

[Verse 1]
They say "girl or boy, just pick a side"
like I'm a box you check
But I carved my name in this old skin
paid in fear and in respect
Small town choir on a Sunday
stares like I'm some sin
But I'm still here, in this same denim
I'm not asking to be let in
[Chorus]
Our bodies, our country
our names on our own tongues
We belong in every story
every church bell that gets rung
Our choices, our rights
we're not asking for your grace
We're just living, breathing people
claiming space, claiming space
[Verse 2]
At the courthouse line, they talk so loud
like I can't hear a thing
Call my life a "public question"
like I'm some debate they bring
But my scars are quiet memoirs
inked across my chest
each one saying, "I survived you"
each one saying, "I know best"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
You can clutch your old traditions
like a Bible in a storm
I'll keep clinging to my heartbeat
to the way I transform
You can shout me from the sidewalk
try to turn me into dust
I'll keep walking, head up, steady
'cause my soul is mine to trust
[Chorus]

country, Alt-country band with a gritty swing, brushed kit and upright bass locked to a mid-tempo shuffle. Male vocals with a weathered edge; slide guitar answers the phrases, organ pads bloom in the chorus. Energy builds from intimate verse to a big, defiant singalong hook with gang vocals and stomp-clap accents on the final chorus., alternative country