歌詞

They brought her to the meeting in a tailored suit

Silk blouse hiding what they wanted to dilute

Horns under the neckline, you can see the shape

She sat and smiled while the whole room taped

Everybody talking deals, everybody talking growth

She just watched the numbers, reading what they loathe

One horn caught the light when she moved to speak

Every document they'd forged went weak

Horns in the boardroom, horns in the room

Every lie you built will meet its doom

Horns in the boardroom, can't hide the truth

She sees what you are, she saw it in youth

Power wears a shape, and that shape wears flesh

She was something else before the press and the desk

They tried to rent her, tried to make her small

She just pulled her collar down and watched them fall

Horn to the table

Horn to the floor

She gets up and walks toward the door

Horns in the boardroom, she leaves alone

Every deal they made turns into stone