Chords for "Rape Poem To End All Rape Poems" by Rutgers University
Tempo:
102.55 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
E
D
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
[N] We were in his room after the party.
He reached in.
A few drinks [D] in and everything was warm and smoothed over.
Then, this man [Eb] quickly punctured by supposedly [N] sweet whispers, but felt like fart wide.
Trust me.
Come on.
Don't you love me?
His hands pushed me back.
[Bb] Warning!
It's that time again.
Time for [Cm] another rape poem.
The audience [D] sighed, shifts back in their [Bb] seats.
Oh boy, you say these bitches are about to go off.
Off about rape and [Gb] pain.
And no, I said no.
He [E] didn't listen.
And you ask, why another rape poem?
[N] Didn't I just hear like three of these?
Yeah, you probably did.
[E] I'm surprised in a country where someone is sexually assaulted every two minutes.
[Eb] As surprising as this shit people get for telling their [D] stories, they are all lumped into one [N] category.
Rape poem.
As if trauma is a trope.
Violation of cliche.
Oh, by the way, you can sit back and ask, why so many damn rape poems?
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if America had listened the first time.
Our prayers to beat the fucking odds in this country of apple pie and roofies.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if our bodies were ours alone.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if everyone knew what no meant.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if Budweiser stopped selling our bodies,
if Donald Trump stretched across the city and made it easy to make so many damn rape poems.
If everyone would listen to this one.
It seems to us these lessons have yet to be learned.
Don't tell me she was sober enough to make a decision.
Don't [Eb] tell me she was asking [Em] for it.
Don't tell me to pity [F] him for making it for consequences.
[Eb] Do you complain about another rape poem?
[N] But this is all part of a culture.
The rape poems will continue.
Until I can wear whatever the fuck I want without being called a slut.
Until [E] I can take a [Eb] piss.
Until I can walk alone on dark streets and not be called a slut.
Who's your dad?
Get back [N] over here.
Damn, look at that ass.
Until I can wear heels without being asked [E] who I'm trying to impress.
[Bb] Until my voice speaks [Ab] louder than my outfit.
Until I'm not [E] expected to carry pepper spray on my key chain.
[Bb] Until no really [N] means no.
Until rape means crime.
Until woman means human.
The rape poems will continue.
Until there's no damn material left.
[N] We were in his room after the party.
He reached in.
A few drinks [D] in and everything was warm and smoothed over.
Then, this man [Eb] quickly punctured by supposedly [N] sweet whispers, but felt like fart wide.
Trust me.
Come on.
Don't you love me?
His hands pushed me back.
[Bb] Warning!
It's that time again.
Time for [Cm] another rape poem.
The audience [D] sighed, shifts back in their [Bb] seats.
Oh boy, you say these bitches are about to go off.
Off about rape and [Gb] pain.
And no, I said no.
He [E] didn't listen.
And you ask, why another rape poem?
[N] Didn't I just hear like three of these?
Yeah, you probably did.
[E] I'm surprised in a country where someone is sexually assaulted every two minutes.
[Eb] As surprising as this shit people get for telling their [D] stories, they are all lumped into one [N] category.
Rape poem.
As if trauma is a trope.
Violation of cliche.
Oh, by the way, you can sit back and ask, why so many damn rape poems?
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if America had listened the first time.
Our prayers to beat the fucking odds in this country of apple pie and roofies.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if our bodies were ours alone.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if everyone knew what no meant.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if Budweiser stopped selling our bodies,
if Donald Trump stretched across the city and made it easy to make so many damn rape poems.
If everyone would listen to this one.
It seems to us these lessons have yet to be learned.
Don't tell me she was sober enough to make a decision.
Don't [Eb] tell me she was asking [Em] for it.
Don't tell me to pity [F] him for making it for consequences.
[Eb] Do you complain about another rape poem?
[N] But this is all part of a culture.
The rape poems will continue.
Until I can wear whatever the fuck I want without being called a slut.
Until [E] I can take a [Eb] piss.
Until I can walk alone on dark streets and not be called a slut.
Who's your dad?
Get back [N] over here.
Damn, look at that ass.
Until I can wear heels without being asked [E] who I'm trying to impress.
[Bb] Until my voice speaks [Ab] louder than my outfit.
Until I'm not [E] expected to carry pepper spray on my key chain.
[Bb] Until no really [N] means no.
Until rape means crime.
Until woman means human.
The rape poems will continue.
Until there's no damn material left.
Key:
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Eb
E
D
Cm
Bb
Eb
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [N] We were in his room after the party.
He reached in.
_ A few drinks [D] in and everything was warm and smoothed over.
Then, this man [Eb] quickly punctured by supposedly [N] sweet whispers, but felt like fart wide.
Trust me.
Come on.
Don't you love me?
His hands pushed me back.
[Bb] Warning!
It's that time again.
Time for [Cm] another rape poem.
The audience [D] sighed, shifts back in their [Bb] seats.
Oh boy, you say these bitches are about to go off.
Off about rape and [Gb] pain.
And no, I said no.
He [E] didn't listen.
And you ask, why another rape poem?
[N] Didn't I just hear like three of these?
Yeah, you probably did.
[E] I'm surprised in a country where someone is sexually assaulted every two minutes.
[Eb] As surprising as this shit people get for telling their [D] stories, they are all lumped into one [N] category.
Rape poem.
As if trauma is a trope.
Violation of cliche.
Oh, by the way, you can sit back and ask, why so many damn rape poems?
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if America had listened the first time.
Our _ _ prayers to beat the fucking odds in this country of apple pie and roofies.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if our bodies were ours alone.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if everyone knew what no meant.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if Budweiser stopped selling our bodies,
if Donald Trump stretched across the city and made it easy to make so many damn rape poems.
If everyone would listen to this one.
It seems to us these lessons have yet to be learned.
Don't tell me she was sober enough to make a decision.
Don't [Eb] tell me she was asking [Em] for it.
Don't tell me to pity [F] him for making it for consequences.
[Eb] Do you complain about another rape poem?
[N] But this is all part of a culture.
The rape poems will continue.
Until I can wear whatever the fuck I want without being called a slut.
Until _ _ [E] I can take a [Eb] piss.
Until I can walk alone on dark streets and not be called a slut.
Who's your dad?
Get back [N] over here.
Damn, look at that ass.
Until I can wear heels without being asked [E] who I'm trying to impress.
[Bb] Until my voice speaks [Ab] louder than my outfit.
Until I'm not [E] expected to carry pepper spray on my key chain.
[Bb] Until no really [N] means no.
Until rape means crime.
Until woman means human.
_ _ The rape poems will continue.
Until there's no damn material left. _
_ [N] We were in his room after the party.
He reached in.
_ A few drinks [D] in and everything was warm and smoothed over.
Then, this man [Eb] quickly punctured by supposedly [N] sweet whispers, but felt like fart wide.
Trust me.
Come on.
Don't you love me?
His hands pushed me back.
[Bb] Warning!
It's that time again.
Time for [Cm] another rape poem.
The audience [D] sighed, shifts back in their [Bb] seats.
Oh boy, you say these bitches are about to go off.
Off about rape and [Gb] pain.
And no, I said no.
He [E] didn't listen.
And you ask, why another rape poem?
[N] Didn't I just hear like three of these?
Yeah, you probably did.
[E] I'm surprised in a country where someone is sexually assaulted every two minutes.
[Eb] As surprising as this shit people get for telling their [D] stories, they are all lumped into one [N] category.
Rape poem.
As if trauma is a trope.
Violation of cliche.
Oh, by the way, you can sit back and ask, why so many damn rape poems?
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if America had listened the first time.
Our _ _ prayers to beat the fucking odds in this country of apple pie and roofies.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if our bodies were ours alone.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if everyone knew what no meant.
We wouldn't need so many damn rape poems if Budweiser stopped selling our bodies,
if Donald Trump stretched across the city and made it easy to make so many damn rape poems.
If everyone would listen to this one.
It seems to us these lessons have yet to be learned.
Don't tell me she was sober enough to make a decision.
Don't [Eb] tell me she was asking [Em] for it.
Don't tell me to pity [F] him for making it for consequences.
[Eb] Do you complain about another rape poem?
[N] But this is all part of a culture.
The rape poems will continue.
Until I can wear whatever the fuck I want without being called a slut.
Until _ _ [E] I can take a [Eb] piss.
Until I can walk alone on dark streets and not be called a slut.
Who's your dad?
Get back [N] over here.
Damn, look at that ass.
Until I can wear heels without being asked [E] who I'm trying to impress.
[Bb] Until my voice speaks [Ab] louder than my outfit.
Until I'm not [E] expected to carry pepper spray on my key chain.
[Bb] Until no really [N] means no.
Until rape means crime.
Until woman means human.
_ _ The rape poems will continue.
Until there's no damn material left. _