Rebel Rouser,
She likes camel cigarettes
He put one out on her arm
And singed the skin bright red
Superstitious Malnutrition
Turns her blood to mud
She decides a knife is softer
Than a gun.
Rebel Rouser,
She likes camel cigarettes
He put one out on her arm
And singed the skin bright red
Superstitious Malnutrition
Turns her blood to mud
She decides a knife is softer
Than a gun.
Do you think he feels guilty
When Noone comes?
Seals his lips,
All while standing up above.
Burn the faulted children,
Like fire from a gun.
Teach the growing young,
That her body is her own.
She doesn't fear God for her sins,
The sins are God's, the fear is his.
She doesn't fear God for her sins,
The sins are God's, the fear is his.