Sat on a Stone

She's sat on a stone in the middle of Rome Pouring libations from her marble throne She's sat on a stone where she's setting the tone Composing epic verse which she scribes on her phone She's sat on a stone in a bold herring bone Carving through her foes with a well-aimed tome She's sat on a stone mapping out the interzone Plotting the course of her latest pheromone You said you didn't need a muse You said you didn't see the use Well I'm quite happy to hold your coat While she tears your heart out through your throat She's sat on a stone where she's never alone Conversing with some Shakers in a geodesic dome She's sat on a stone sucking on a honeycomb It's a gift from a wealthy and grateful francophone She's sat on a stone with her very own clone Synthesizing proteins with her custom ribosomes She's sat on a stone remembering poem Something about an exile from Sierra Leone You said you didn't need a muse You said you didn't see the use Well I'm quite happy to hold your coat While she tears your heart out through your throat She's sat on a stone with a splash of cologne Reducing the new boys to a hushed monotone She's sat on a stone on a black Wi-Fi zone Casually hacking some military drone She's sat on a stone whispering to a microphone Leaking some truths in a language of her own She's sat on a stone waiting to go home But that's something that you should have known. You said you didn't need a muse You said you didn't see the use Well I'm quite happy to hold your coat While she tears your heart out You said you didn't need a muse You said you didn't see the use Well I'm quite happy to hold your coat While she tears your heart out through your throat