Well we pounded the pavement between    dotted lines    But we always belonged to the    fugitive kind    We were never the best but we were    better than this    To be made to bow down among princes    I got thrown around hallways and    bedrooms and towns    And you run from that voice and    it drags you around    It don't matter the ruse or the    weapons we choose    There is only one thing that can free us          Oh so here I am    The lion and the lamb    I was born to be telling this story    I could only be telling this story    I will always be telling this story          Well our father married our    mother too young    And he took on a world like a    fortunate son    But in the cellar downstairs waiting    for the bomb scare    He would hide from us under the kitchen    Where she simmered so soft with    her weapons of tin    And like so many suppers she just    gave us to him    And he never did guess in her cast    iron dress    She was burning beyond recognition          Oh it's not over yet    I can't forget    I am going to be telling this story    I was born to be telling this story    I will always be telling this story          Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild    Sometimes I feel like a motherless child    I gave nobody life, I am nobody's wife    And I seem to be nobody's daughter    So red is the color that I like the best    It's your Indian skin and the badge    on my chest    The heat of my pride    The lips of a bride    The sad heart of the truth    And the flag of youth    And blood that is thicker than water          I was made to be telling this story    I was born to be telling this story    I am going to be telling this story    I could only be telling this story    I will always be telling this story