Jen stands by her bed
Honouring the men she's led
She's victorious in yet another war
And shines as pride galore
Figurines lay trashed in trenches
Her bookcase hospital helps them who lost their senses
and the radio sings a happy tune
For the first victory in the month of June
Jen The warlord x 4
The boys in her class
Talk about her behind her back
Some point fingers others laught
At the thought of a girl who want the chore
- of leading men to war
- of leading men to war
- of leading men to war
- of leading men
Summer sun stands a high noon
Her plastic tanks take a hostile dune
Mother on the porch in her white sunday dress
Has not yet fully convalesce
Her daugther the warlord
Jen the warlord x3
Climbing the highest tree
Maybe then she'll be able to see
The enemy others name imaginary
Somewhere in this Oakland scenery
Higher still through the thickest branches x2
Closer to heaven than earth
"Does this mean victory"
Climbing the highest tree
Clearly now she's fianly free
To be the best general that she can be
Fighting off this illusionary enemy
Her campain had been a great sucess
All she wanted now time to rest
She'd finished every current war
And so the world needed no more
Jen the warlord x3
Jen for no war lord
