Sister Militia

Swallowing pride, sister militia is secretly rushing
Out of your sight, out of your mind
Of your cat calls and touching
Too much too much too much too much
She tries to be something
And put it all on the line, all on the line, all or nothing

Sister, sister militia
Oh how, oh how I've missed ya
Blame me, but I still wished ya
Would save me, sister militia

Holding the trench, nothing but stench
Fills the air that she's hunting
Too many pricks, thinking they're slick
With they're grunting and lusting
She picks them off night after night, her bayonet thrusting
And dumps your guts on the line, praying the rats are not coming

Sister, sister militia
Oh how, oh how I've missed ya
Blame me, but I still wished ya
Would save me, sister militia
Run it.