Holy Man

If I was a holy man

Trusted with words nobody understands

Laden freedoms at my will

My followers fall but follow with me still

(ooh)

Marked with nothing, but given gold

The hearts of the ones who are doing as they're told

Light falls near me, but not around

You give me your faith, till they lay you in the ground

(ooh)

Now the woman, rooted in soil

Knows from her bones, anoints the earth with oil

She the seer, cast aside

Howls at the moon, distrusted and alive

(ooh)

And we pretend it's a calling and a god given right for men

And we ignore the wisdom of woman

And we call her just a whore

Or a lover

Or a mother

Or whatever we need her for

(ooh)