Mother Jones never ran for office    Oh hell, you know she couldn't even vote    They told her women didn't speak in public    But she just smiled got up on her soap box and she spoke       Virginia Wolfe didn't march down the streets of London    There were too many untold her stories to tell    She was wrapped up in the rapture    of a feminism she knew so intimately well       I am a daughter born of a heart full of rage    I am a feminist standing at the dawn of a new day    And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste one more song    Reciting the angers of a past gone wrong       We are no longer barred from the ballot box    And the law declares us equal to men    But laws will never change attitudes    And attitudes are hard to change       I am a daughter born of a heart full of rage    I am a feminist standing at the dawn of a new day    And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste one more song    Reciting the angers of a past gone wrong       The political sphere has been and still is of, by and for men    Some things are sure to change but until then    We've got to check our anger and put this energy to good use    Through outright subversion we've got to back to our roots       I am a daughter born of a heart full of rage    I am a feminist standing at the dawn of a new day    And I'll be damned if I'm going to waste one more song    Reciting the angers of a past gone wrong       Through the years they come to me    Through time and space they comfort me    Through humility and grace I see    We are only the stories that we tell