Black coffee/ flake off your rough hands/hide out/ sweeping pennies in to dust pans/ I feel vulgar/ I feel like I'm in heat when I'm terrified of walking down/ my own street
I will holler and I will shake/ but I could never retaliate/ in a manner that would equate/ your wrong with my hate
One of my sisters' thinks I'm self-estranged/ the other thinks I'm mean like a snake and I'll never change/ I think its plain but could you blame me/ living in this shitty stuck-up city
Being pretty is infinite/ but being angry is real important/ and I will die before I'll give in
Run away, run away, you better run away