Miss Rocket Launcher

Hey hey you this Joan of Arc - Miss Rocket Launcher
Love you sending into space – those flying saucers
Your eyes they dart and sense corrosion
You’re leaning forward in silky motion
You know who is fit to govern
For those who aren’t they get concussion
Your elbows dent the seats of power
Your rocket roars it’s getting louder

Hey hey you Sister of Mercy – Miss Rocket Launcher
Love it that they’re on your mind – the poor and poorer
When you sense their exploitation
Your voice it cracks and lips are brazen
I’d hate to be your target right then
A volley gone to crack their heads
We’re hungry like Cohen’s Partisan
We’ll force ‘em to the stones and hear the doors slam

Room dust scatters as your strident voice rises
Tables go silent as you render the kaiser

Hey hey you this Mother Theresa – Miss Rocket Launcher
Can feel the warmth inside of you – and getting warmer
When they wallow in their greed
You let one go and make em all flee
I’m feeling for the hem of your gown
The reverent touch the best to be found
I know that you will win in the end
And sharing it with you – what a send

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