Drop A Stitch

“Quickly, dear, take out the breads!
Shake the pillows, make the beds!
Shake the apples off the tree!”
’Cause Mother Hulda wants to see me
Doing things a good girl does
It’s not something I ever was
Doing things a good girl does.

In your eyes, I drop a stitch
With everything that I do
But I won’t bow down to you
Even if you cover me with pitch
Even if you call me a –

Oh, you should enrich
Your mind and switch
With me
Then you will see
It is not your life I chose to live
And I’d rather burn than give
In to you.

“Quickly dear, now take the broom!
Sweep the corners, dust the room!
Nice and proper it shall be!”
’Cause Mother Hulda wants to see me …

In your eyes, I drop a stitch …

What you expect from me is just
A relic from a long gone past
When knitting this outdated scene
I drop a stitch
“It’s so obscene!”

In your eyes, I drop a stitch …

Break free from your chains
One day, the world will change.