Joan of Arc in the Money Jungle

I was born with a weapon Shaman told me to become a lady I was stripped naked under the rainbow Chief told me to make love In this city Everything turns into hardcore pornography Chicken soup recipe to a Good News Bible When read out loud In this country Everything sounds like a prayer National Tax Report to a cloodie in a Lavatory When whispered softly A thousand people in Savannah Come over here and destroy the electronics Two thousand homelesses in New York Go to the desert and behold the rainbow I grew up singing a song But no one told me that told me that told me that told me that told me that told me that told I sing a song I sing a song I sing a song I sing a song