Good girl gunpowder Quiet in the jar Good girl gunpowder Do not strike the match Mama taught me thank you Daddy taught me grace Everybody loved me With the smile on my face I learned to fold my anger Like a note inside my sleeve Learned to pass the sugar While they took the room from me They called it being lovely They called it self-control But every swallowed answer Left powder in the sugar bowl I was not made harmless I was made to wait There is powder in the pantry Under every pretty plate I am good girl gunpowder Quiet till the match came down Sweet voice, white dress Whole damn room found out I held back thunder Till my hands went numb Good girl gunpowder Look what polite becomes Good girl gunpowder Good girl gunpowder Look what polite becomes I kept the family china Stacked in perfect rows Kept the bad news smiling Where nobody had to know I let them call me patient Let them call me kind Let them build a little chapel Out of everything I denied But mercy has a bottom And silence has a fuse You can only hold a candle So long before it chooses you I was not made fragile I was made to last There is smoke in every future That keeps feeding off the past I am good girl gunpowder Quiet till the match came down Sweet voice, white dress Whole damn room found out I held back thunder Till my hands went numb Good girl gunpowder Look what polite becomes Good girl gunpowder Good girl gunpowder Look what polite becomes Do not call me bitter Just because I know the taste Do not call me dangerous When you stored me in this place Every yes I gave you Had a match head underneath Every napkin folded perfect Kept a match under my thumb I did not lose my goodness I stopped using it to bleed I am not the matchstick I am what the match set free Good girl Good girl Count it down Good girl Good girl Burns clean now Good girl Good girl No sweet sound Good girl gunpowder Do not strike the match I am good girl gunpowder Quiet till the match came down Sweet voice, white dress Whole damn room found out I held back thunder Till my hands went numb Good girl gunpowder Look what polite becomes I am good girl gunpowder No more soft way out I was never harmless I was holding myself down Good girl gunpowder Good girl gunpowder Look what polite becomes Good girl gunpowder Quiet in the jar Good girl gunpowder I was never harmless
