I was born with a weapon

Shaman told me to become a lady

I was stripped naked under the rainbow

Chief told me to make love

In this city

Everything turns into hardcore pornography

Chicken soup recipe to a Good News Bible

When read out loud

In this country

Everything sounds like a prayer
National Tax Report to a doodle in a Lavatory

When whispered softly

A thousand people in Savannah

Come over here and destroy the electronics

Two thousand homelesses in New York

Go to the desert and behold the rainbow

I grew up singing a song

But no one told me that
Told me that told me that told me that
Told me that told me that told

I sing a song

I sing a song

I sing a song

I sing a song