Cue the Violins

She's a pistol with a loaded gun
 Cocked and raised in the morning sun
 Taking aim at all the men
 Who would try to reign her in
 She's a feminist flamethrower
 Unrepentant whistleblower
 A bulldozer to the system
 And she's on the move again
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 The world is dying
 While you're sitting on the fence
 The glow of hope grows dim
 She's the ember
 That will light the fire again
 Full of righteous rage and passion
 A political assassin
 Like a missile on the breeze
 To bring rich white men to their knees
 She could crush or raise a nation
 Make them fawn in adoration
 And she won't back down to headlines
 Or make false apologies
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 We're pointing fingers
 While the walls are caving in
 The glow of hope grows dim
 She's the ember
 That will light the fire again
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 The ship is sinking, panic starting to set in
 But risking life and limb
 My life preserver
 My own private heroine