Militia Girl

(this was written after Waco, but still has more relevance than any of us might like)

Raven hair, angry eyes,
how you got 'em's no surprise
Farm-girl born on sacred ground
bankers came and shut it down
daddy took the brood to town
one long struggle to keep from goin' down
They say love and guts will find a way,
sit in their easy chairs, and that's what they say
Daddy wasn't afraid of nothin'
but he'd come home some nights with tears in his eyes
Mama workin' at the mill
worked there every day until
they told her that she'd have to go
they moved the jobs to Mexico
How long can you walk these empty streets,
watch the blood drain out beneath
before you spot the vampire's teeth?
FBI and IRS
Alcohol, Tobacco and take-away-your-Firearms
funny-money, fancy cars,
s&m with porno stars
chief of state in cheaters' bars
stab you with a knife, drain your life
kill you if you scream
How bad does it have to seem
before you wonder who's extreme?
I had a life, I had a dream,
I had an uncle got his name on the Wall
Ain't none of 'em ever comin' back.

Now you're tough as any nail, you ain't frail
the female of the species is deadlier than the male
You're trainin' with heavy weapons
and your own militia gear
but no gun-butt could stun me half so much
as the two beneath your bandolier
You say you won't go down defeated
but maybe you could go another way
'cause death's just once forever
and life's for every day

It's the oldest of conspiracies
the death of all world order
Revolution in the body impolitic
we won't do what they tell us we oughter

They're coming for our weaponry
they're coming for your guns
they're coming into jeopardy
I'm coming for your buns
You're coming for the second time
I didn't hear the blast
roll over, pass the ammo clips,
'cause nothing good can last
Screw Janet Nero, screw the feds,
wake up our lawyers in their beds
and it's a lie, whatever's true
but's got no space for me and you

It's the oldest of conspiracies
the death of all world order
Revolution in the body impolitic
we won't do what they tell us we oughter

Roses are red, helicopters are black,
You don't want us in your world...but we shoot back