Women's march

We cannot despair
Don't be silent, don't you dare
Shout a thundering yell
It's our duty to follow their trail

We cannot despair
Don't be silent, don't you dare
Our wounded skin
We have to get dirty and ward off the King

We cannot despair
Don't be silent, don't you dare
Our wounded skin
We have to get dirty and ward off the King

Almighty Lord
Rise us up on tiny swords
My King, my Lord
Sits in a castle of satin and gold
Kings, Almighty Lords
Rise us up on tiny swords
My Lord, my King
The castle is ready for us to get in