Listen my child and I'll tell you a story
About a girl who had hair red as flame
Listen my child and I'll tell you who she was
So you can pass on her fire-soaked name
She lived in a world beat down on by hailstorms
The rain drenched her bones, galestorm winds did blow
But yet it all couldn't put out her burning
She held her head high and onwards did go
Standing straight, shoulders back, eyes full of hot rage
You'd never expect her to burn down this place
Standing straight, shoulders back, she knew who she was
All the pain and hope of the human race
We all want permission to live comfy lives
But the whole world over the downtrodden suffer and die
We all want permission to live comfy lives
Hold yourself accountable, move on to change your life
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