She come in many colours
Carbon copy girl
Face of painted virtue
Aristocratic stock
Historical orator
With one eye on the clock
A gardener of theory
Harvester of facts
A sower of religion
Quick to use the axe
She drown herself in questions
Of static, past years
Is staggered by the answers
And blinded by the tears
And deaf in both her ears
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
Don't sit on someone else
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
She told him from her cell
Don't wait to be unburdened
Don't wait to hear the bell
Make your own cross
And make it to the other side of hell
And charge from left to right
A multitude of heroes
To guide her to the light
By mental acrobatics
And living inside out
She trailblaze to the doorway
In triumph and full shout
And always gets locked out
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
Don't sit on someone else
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
She told him from her cell
Don't wait to be unburdened
Don't wait to hear the bell
Make your own cross
And make it to the other side of hell
She makes her own cross and she
Hangs there for all the world to see
She makes her own cross as she
Locks up her mind and says I'm free
She cries out from her conscience
An everlasting scream
The weekend revolution
The winner by a dream
She drive herself on edges
And round the bend as well
But if lunacy's a factor
She'll make it to the other side of...
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
And whistle to the wind
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
The end where you begin
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
She told them all to give
Make your own cross
Make your own cross
Don't die
Before
You live
She makes her own cross and she
Hangs there for all her friends to see
She makes her own cross as she
Locks up her mind and says I'm free
She makes her own cross and she
Hangs there for all the world to see
She makes her own cross as she
Locks up her mind and says I'm free