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