She’s a rebel
She’s a saint
She’s the salt of the arth
And she’s dangerous
She’s a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
From Chicago
To Toronto
She’s the one that they call old whastername
She’s the symbol
Of resistance
And she’s holding on my heart like a handgrenade
Is she dreaming
What I’m thinking?
Is she the mother of all bombs?
Gone detonate
Is she trouble
Like I’m trouble?
Make it a double
Twist of fate
Or a melody that
She sings the revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings this liberation
That I just can’t define
Nothing comes to mind
