Santa Librada - Warfare Queen Lyrics

Bring me the head of John the Baptist
Said Salome to her staff
"But," they said, "he's friends with Jesus!"
She said, "Christ, don't make me laugh
I want his head upon a platter
I want an apple in his mouth
The head is all that matters
You can throw the body out"
And she's like nothing
Nothing you have ever seen
You will not forget the day
You meet the warfare queen
The warfare
Queen
Queen of warfare

Judith said to Holofernes
"You know you won, babe, you're the man
And I love it when you act
Like a brute
Like an Assssssyrian
So throw me oh-oh-over
Your shoulder baby
And take me to your bed
Tonight we will let the thrill
Of victory go to your head
She wakes up early
She wakes up mean
And you will not forget the day
You meet the warfare queen
The warfare
Queen
Queen of warfare

La Llorona met Lorena
At the crossroads with a blade
And the angel sang, "I know you're tired
Of the beds that you've always made
You gotta kick against the pricks
You gotta cut against the grain"
Lorena raised her hand and sang
"At last my arm is
Complete again"
The warfare
Queen
Queen of warfare

Jael, Maid of Orleans
Artemisia Gentileschi
Tomyris, Amanirenas
Boudica, Medea
Wilgefortis, Débarras
Uncumber, Liberata
Santa Librada
Santa Liberata

She wakes up early
She wakes up mean
You will not forget the day
That you meet the warfare queen
She's like nothing
Nothing you've ever seen
You will not forget the day
You meet the warfare
Meet the queen