Knife, The - Na Na Na

I've got soul in my bones

Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own

Every month I've got my period

To take care of and to collect in blue tampons



Na, na, na, na, na, na, na



I've got mace, pepper spray

And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes

What I need is chemical castrations

Hope and Godspeed



Na, na, na, na, na, na, na



[Incomprehensible] need chemical

Hope, Godspeed

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