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 a 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