My country 'tis of thee Land of inequity Of thee I sing Land where my mothers died Fought, bled, and sacrificed For rights which we are now denied Let freedom ring Land of dystopia Religious myopia I mourn for thee Behind dusty oaken doors Six robed dinosaurs Conspired to wage a holy war Over our bodies But the true bell of liberty She does not mute easily Long may she ring Her echoes we'll amplify Marching till morning light All genders side by side Till freedom rings