Text: L7. Hungry For Stink. Can I Run.

Are these sensible shoes on my feet?
I wear my shades, so our eyes don?t meet
I?m scared every fuckin? day
I wear my headphones, so I can?t hear what you say

Can I run?

Switch to paranoid from having fun
Will he use his hands, knife, or a gun?
Knuckles are white, wrapped around my mace
Comes from living in a terrorist state

Can I run?

When he?s following me
He?s not my brother, he?s my enemy
Is he behind the door or in back of the tree?
Is he under the bed, is he in the back street?

Can I run?