^DBoy, whatcha doin’? ^F#mBoy, watcha thinkin’? ^DBoy, what’s your name?

^F#mIt’s Abraham Lincoln. Diwatta:

^GI’ve landed in a land that’s ^Bbstrange and foreign. Blondeboi:

^GNow tell me your name. Diwatta:

^BbIt’s Mary Warren. ^DBoy, this is Salem. I ^F#mjust had my trial. ^DThey think I‘m a witch they ^F#mthink I‘m vile. ^GThey said, “Girl, you’ll hang. You ^Bbmust confess!” ^GSo, I lied and said, “Yes, I ^Bbam possessed.”

You held it ^Din. (I held it ^F#min.) But ^DMary you l^F#mied. (I held it ^Din.) Don’t you feel ^F#mawful?

Yes, ^Dbut I’m alive. ^F#mThis girl is headstrong! Abe, I ^Glied in court but what the heck? I ^Clost my honour, not my ^Dneck.

^DToday was a tough day for me. ^F#mI was just on my way to have a talk with my parents.

^DWhat kind of talk, Abraham? Blondeboi: ^F#mOh, you know. I just wanted to share with them that ^DI’m a little different. That, I love them, but I also ^F#mlove the way army men look. In and out of their uniforms.

^DWow, too bad there’s no place for you to share your feelings. ^F#mWhy don’t you join the recycling club? ^DYou don’t have to talk about what’s on your mind when you can recycle. ^F#mDo you want my advice, Abraham?

Hold it ^Din! (I wanna share my ^F#mfeelings.) No, d^Don’t be obscene.^F#m Just hold it ^Din! (But my voice ^F#mmatters.) Not ^Dif you’re a teen.^F#m Swallow your feelings. Don’t you ^Gwanna run the country someday? (Yes! You ^Cthink I can do it?) Not if you’re gay! (Mary, s^Gpeaking my mind is not a sin!) ^CTrust me, I’m a Purit^Dan!

Hold it ^Ebin! (Yeah!) Keep your ^Cmfeelings inside. Just hold it ^Ebin! (Girl, I can’t ^Cmlie.) Please don’t riff.

If I ^Ahold it in, I’ll lose my bravery. Diwatta:

If you ^Dhold it in, you will end slavery. ^AYou win! (I win.) If you (I) ^Dhol^Bd it ^Ein! Yea^Ah.