This seems to be a brief, beautifully fragile, yet graphically confrontational expression of social (dis)comfort and security from a female standpoint, displaying a nagging, longing desire for further protection and solace from a particularly cruel, invasive, and dangerous world.
[Verse 1]
I've got soul in my bones
Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own
And every month
I've got my period
To take care of
And to collect in blue tampons
[Refrain]
Na na na
Na na na
[Verse 2]
I've got mace, pepper-spray
And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes
What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed
[Refrain]
Na na na
Na na na
[Outro]
What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed