So red is the color that I like the best
The sad heart of the truth and the flag of youth
Where she simmered so soft with her weapons of tin
I was born to be telling this story
And he never did guess, in her cast iron dress
She was burning beyond recognition
I got thrown around hallways and bedrooms and towns
I was born to be telling this story
And he took on a world like a fortunate son
We were never the best but we were better than this
Oh, so here I am, lion and the lamb
And you run from that voice and it drags you around
I gave nobody life, I am nobody's wife
I will always be telling this story
I am going to be telling this story
He would hide from us under the kitchen
And like so many suppers she just gave us to him
Oh, it's not over yet, oh, that I can't forget
To be made to bow down among princes
And I seem to be nobody's daughter
It don't matter the ruse or the weapons we choose
I was made to be telling this story
I was born to be telling this story
And blood that is thicker than water
I will always be telling this story
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
The heat of my pride and the lips of a bride
I am going to be telling this story
I could only be telling this story
It's your Indian skin and the badge on my chest
There is only one thing that can free us
I could only be telling this story
Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
But in the cellar downstairs waiting for the bomb scare
Well, our father married our mother too young
