Mother Jones never ran for office
Oh hell, you know she couldn't even vote
They told her women didn't speak in public
But she just smiled got up on her soap box and she spoke
Virginia Wolfe didn't march down the streets of London
There were too many untold her stories to tell
She was wrapped up in the rapture
of a feminism she knew so intimately well
I am a daughter born of a heart full of rage
I am a feminist standing at the dawn of a new day
And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste one more song
Reciting the angers of a past gone wrong
We are no longer barred from the ballot box
And the law declares us equal to men
But laws will never change attitudes
And attitudes are hard to change
I am a daughter born of a heart full of rage
I am a feminist standing at the dawn of a new day
And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste one more song
Reciting the angers of a past gone wrong
The political sphere has been and still is of, by and for men
Some things are sure to change but until then
We've got to check our anger and put this energy to good use
Through outright subversion we've got to back to our roots
I am a daughter born of a heart full of rage
I am a feminist standing at the dawn of a new day
And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste one more song
Reciting the angers of a past gone wrong
Through the years they come to me
Through time and space they comfort me
Through humility and grace I see
We are only the stories that we tell