People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing

Yes, I meant to scare you
Just like that dream
Where your guns get pulled back on you
(People wanna hear you sing)
They rip pieces
Of your fertile skin
For every sin
Sin against the people

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hi-I-ide

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to hide

You whine that you're discluded
And with that single word
Erased the very story of my life
Sew all the pieces
Of my fertile skin
Nowhere woman
Finds her little ways to win

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hi-I-ide

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

Screaming babies are your problem
Screaming babies are your problem
Seems like Jesus and Dylan
Got the whole thing wrong
If you cannot hear a woman
Then how can you write her song?

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hi-I-ide

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hi-I-ide
Nowhere to r-you-un
Nowhere to hi-I-de
Nowhere to r-you-un
Nowhere to hi-I-de