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?