Led rooftops from Montmatre You look down at them The sun reflected right back at you A glimpse of heaven God's design Making the city glitter But you don't believe in him The historically portrayed white man The stem The root Of your cynic patriarchal spite He only gave you an eye for The famous white authors And the missing woman legacy The lack-lustre masculine flair Of our HIStory He gave you faith And you put it in Bikini Kill