She's your mother, daughter, sister... she's your wife
She gives you love, she gives you purpose, she gives you life
But oh how the goddess will fall
When the god in the boy is installed
Who Do You Think You Are?
To treat her that way
Who Do You Think You Are?
From the Iron Age, from the iron-head, iron-fisted rule
It's the law of God and nature, say patriarchy's fools
And so she's original sin
Her punishment shall never end
Who Do You Think You Are?
To treat her that way
Who Do You Think You Are?
From the bloodstained pages of history
There have been few greater crimes
Than the subjugation of half the human family
Half of our whole, half of our soul
By the half that are out of their minds
Sharp and subtle domination, a legacy of fear
You're the stronger, she's the weaker, all vanity and tears
It's still a dark age for women and girls
But the meek will inherit the world
Who Do You Think You Are?
To treat her that way
Who Do You Think You Are?