We were called sluts from the time we were five
And teased so fucking bad that we thought we would die
We were the girls in tight jeans who always walked alone
And rode our bikes late at night to avoid going home
We numbed ourselves out on peppermint schnapps
And super sized sundaes with chocolate sauce
We stole cheap locks from the hardware store
And put em up with butter knives on our bedroom doors
We ran so fast
In the movie they show us in each other's arms
But the truth is we almost always cried alone
We gave handjobs quick and always with a smile
So it didn't get too weird and we didn't have to die
We lived in light switches and painted walls
And spent too many hours at the food court at the mall
We smoked pin joints under fluorescent lights
And wore shorts at the beach just to hide our thighs
We ran so fast
Years later we'd be told that we weren't real punks
By boys in bands who acted like our dads when they were drunk
And they can all brag now 'bout how they were there
When we took over the stage and took our fair share
But whatever the truth, in the end we made
Tiny islands where we didn't always have to be afraid
And an x will forever mark the spot
When we decided we had had just about enough
We ran so fast
We ran so fast
