Manhattan is an island   Like the women who are   Surrounded by children in a car   Surrounded by cars      Or Manhattan was a project   That projected the worst of mankind   First, one and then the other   Has made its mark on my mind      It's sixty years later   Near the hypo-center of the A-bomb   I'm in the middle of Hiroshima   Watching a twisted old Eucalyptus tree wave      One of the very few lives   That survived and lives on   Remembering the day it was suddenly   Thousands of degrees in the shade      And what all of nature gave birth to   Terror took in a blinding ray   With the kind of pain   It would take cancer so many years just to say      Oh, to grow up gagged and blindfolded   A man's world in your little girl's head   The voice of the great Mother drowned out   In the constant honking   Haunting the car crash up ahead      Oh, to grow up hypnotized   And then try to shake yourself awake   'Cuz you can sense what has been lost   'Cuz you can sense what is at stake      Yeah, so it took me a few years to catch on   That those days I catch everyone's eye   Correspond with those nights of the month   When the moon gleams like an egg in the sky      And men are using a sense   They don't even know they have   Just to watch me walk by   And me, I'm supposed to be sensible   Leave my animal outside to cry      But when all of nature conspires   To make me her glorious whore   It's 'cuz in my body, I hold the secret recipe   Of precisely what life is for      And the patriarchy that looks to shame me for it   Is the same one making war   And I've said too much already   But I'll tell you something more      To split yourself in two   Is just the most radical thing you can do   So girl, if that shit ain't up to you   Then you simply are not free      'Cuz from the sunlight on my hair   To which eggs I grow to term   To the expression that I wear   All I really own is me      Yes, to split yourself in two   Is just the most radical thing you can do   Goddess forbid, that little atom   Should grow so jealous of Eve      And in the face of the great farce   Of the nuclear age   Feminism ain't about equality   It's about reprieve