_Swear Words Ain't Evil_

Verse 1

In the dictionary, they're just ink on a page,

Letters strung together, no fire, no rage.

But society whispers, "That's dirty, that's wrong,"

Turns a simple sound into a forbidden song.

We gasp and we clutch at our pearls in the night,

Over syllables sharp as a kitchen knife.

But strip it all down, past the rules and the fear,

It's just air from our lungs, nothing to revere.

Chorus:

They're just words, made to believe they're bad,

Vivid explosions, makin' us mad or glad.

A "fuck" for the fury, a "shit" for the spill,

They paint the damn picture, give life to the thrill.

Ain't no evil in 'em, just power we lend,

Society's chains, but they bend in the end.

Call 'em taboo, but they're free as the wind,

Just words, baby, let the real talk begin

Verse 2:

Grandma might faint if you drop one too loud,

But in the streets, they're the roar of the crowd.

They punch through the polite, cut straight to the core,

Express what the whispers can't say anymore.

From playground taunts to the boardroom slip,

They're the spice in the soup, the crack of the whip.

Why fear the phonetic, the raw and the real

They're tools in our kit, help us say how we feel

Chorus:

They're just words, made to believe they're bad,

Vivid explosions, makin' us mad or glad.

A "fuck" for the fury, a "shit" for the spill,

They paint the damn picture, give life to the thrill.

Ain't no evil in 'em, just power we lend,

Society's chains, but they bend in the end.

Call 'em taboo, but they're free as the wind,

Just words, baby, let the real talk begin

Bridge:

What if we flipped it, made 'em all tame

No bite in the bark, just a weak little flame.

But nah, we need 'em, the bold and the brash,

To shatter the silence, to crash through the trash.

They're vivid, they're vital, no devil inside,

Just humans decidin' what's wrong or what's right.

Chorus:

They're just words, made to believe they're bad,

Vivid explosions, makin' us mad or glad.

A "fuck" for the fury, a "shit" for the spill,

They paint the damn picture, give life to the thrill.

Ain't no evil in 'em, just power we lend,

Society's chains, but they bend in the end.

Call 'em taboo, but they're free as the wind,

Just words, baby—yeah, let the real talk begin