Cue the Violins - The Drowns

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