As the album cover and the unsubtle lyrics make plain, the weapons in the title track are, as Carole Pope
sings, "my lips, my breasts, my body." Don't think for an instant, though, that this Canadian band is making some cheap sexual innuendoes. Everything is for a dead-serious purpose, in this case to illustrate dysfunctional inter-gender relations. The band is uncharacteristically upbeat about a personal relationship in "Lifeline." Nona Hendryx
sings on a couple of songs. The album ends with a sarcastic look backward with a combination "Revolution 9"/"A Day in the Life" crescendo that mocks the "Paisley Generation."