The Heroine

The heroine stood up on the deck the ship was out of control the bow was being ripped to shreds men were fighting down below The sea had pummeled the boat for so long that they knew nothing but fear And the baby's in the box he thinks the door is locked the sea is in a state the baby learns to wait for the heroine Ohh, ohh, for the heroine locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine The mast is cracking as he waves are slapping sailors roll across the deck and when they thought none was looking they would cut a weaker man's neck While the heroine dressed in a virgin white dress tried to steer the mighty ship But the raging storm wouldn't hear of it they were in for a long trip Baby's in the box he thinks the door is locked he finds it hard to breathe drawing in the sea And where's the heroine to fire off the gun to calm the raging seas and let herself be seized, by the Baby in the box the thinks the door is locked the woman has the keys but there is no moment she can seize Here's to the heroine who transcends all the men Who are locked inside the box will the lady let them out Ohh, the heroine, ooohh, ooohhh, the heroine Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine