People want
People want
People want

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 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 wanna get excluded
And with that single word
you erase the very story of my life
So I rip pieces off my fertile skin
Knowing women find for little ways to win

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

Screaming babies are your problem
Screaming babies are your problem

Seems like 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 hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing

(People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing
People wanna hear you sing)