The Story

Well we pounded the pavement between
 dotted lines
 But we always belonged to the
 fugitive kind
 We were never the best but we were
 better than this
 To be made to bow down among princes
 I got thrown around hallways and
 bedrooms and towns
 And you run from that voice and
 it drags you around
 It don't matter the ruse or the
 weapons we choose
 There is only one thing that can free us
 Oh so here I am
 The lion and the lamb
 I was born to be telling this story
 I could only be telling this story
 I will always be telling this story
 Well our father married our
 mother too young
 And he took on a world like a
 fortunate son
 But in the cellar downstairs waiting
 for the bomb scare
 He would hide from us under the kitchen
 Where she simmered so soft with
 her weapons of tin
 And like so many suppers she just
 gave us to him
 And he never did guess in her cast
 iron dress
 She was burning beyond recognition
 Oh it's not over yet
 I can't forget
 I am going to be telling this story
 I was born to be telling this story
 I will always be telling this story
 Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
 Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
 I gave nobody life, I am nobody's wife
 And I seem to be nobody's daughter
 So red is the color that I like the best
 It's your Indian skin and the badge
 on my chest
 The heat of my pride
 The lips of a bride
 The sad heart of the truth
 And the flag of youth
 And blood that is thicker than water
 I was made to be telling this story
 I was born to be telling this story
 I am going to be telling this story
 I could only be telling this story
 I will always be telling this story