nowhere, man

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 off your fertile skin

For every sin, sin against the people

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hi-hi-hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to hide

People, people

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

You whine that you're discluded

And with that single word erase the very story of my life

So I rip 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-hi-hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

People, people

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People, people

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

Screaming babies are your problem

Screaming babies are your problem

Seems likes 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-hi-hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to ru-ru-run

Nowhere to hi-hi-hide

Nowhere to ru-ru-run

Nowhere to hide

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing

People wanna hear you sing...