Didi used to live in corners

Surrounded by morality she could never understand

Soon she got it in her mind to move forward

And she took the Law and crushed it in her hands

Ever since she was a child,

She honored all the doctrines as if they came from G-d

Interpretations slanted by her leaders

Made all the concepts seem like they were frauds

Now she’s walking down the street

To her no rules exist

There’s talking in the town

That she’s an existentialist

She’s just become her own psychoanalyst

The people consider her a rebel

She dresses as a heathen to support the way she acts

Dancing in the streets states her position

Joan of Arc would pat her on the back

The books on her shelves are dirty reading

Banned by the censors to keep the young pristine

She quotes lines to all who want to hear them

In topless clothes which border the obscene

She spends her nights at home with guys watching Phil Donahue

Then she gives them what they want

Because she has nothing better to do

And afterwards, she asks them to tell her what is true

Didi exists on her own ethics

She never got a kick out of dressing up before she prayed

And she insists she can do exactly what she pleases

As long as no one’s hurt along the way

Her dark bedroom walls are lined with posters

Pictures others find offensive are scattered everywhere

The townspeople say she’ll rot forever

She asks them, “Have you been to Hell to know it’s there?”

She invites the Pope to her prom,

But the Pope says he’s going stag

You know putting a dozen kids through school

Can turn out to be a drag

She’d rather die tomorrow than lose everything she has

She’s reciting nursery rhymes while crusaders storm her house

She has nothing to support and nothing to renounce

She knows what she stands for and what her life is all about

Dated 21 October 2009. Click here to see a list of complete video and audio content on the Republic. Click here to see the article on religion in which this song was featured.

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