sittin' on the south side by some greasy white guy
who says 'whattaya call that kind of hair?'
I call it mine you drunken swine
now shut your face and drink your beer
contents under pressure will explode
so be careful where your footsteps dare to go
my stomach's waging war with me
scars resemble memory
I told you what's the matter
but you don't believe the answer
why should any woman ever be afraid
why should any woman ever be afraid
I never really ever thought about it quite like that
I never really ever thought about it quite like that
maybe you should
maybe you should
on her tail he's on the train
so she switches cars
'cause he won't stop staring
that sick psycho-matic in dimestore glasses
he won't stop staring
why should any woman ever be afraid
I never really ever thought about it quite like that
maybe you should
maybe you should
maybe you should
