Текст песни Sleater-Kinney - The Professional
Sleater-Kinney - The Professional слова песни
There is a soundthey don`t want you to ownarrest every wordthat escapes from your throatThey hand you the world`s smallest microphoneIt`s still too loud and you`re asked to go homeShe can stay as long as she swearsthat when she breathes it will beher own airshe`ll state her case and take up spaceand that suffocates-The professional there is a sound that they wantyou to hearto drown out the voicethat plays in your earthey hand you the world`s biggest razor bladean amateur bleedsbut she hardly gets paidShe can be mad but they`ll let her knowthe scorched earthallows nothing to growand she`ll be blamed but feel no shamecuz she`ll have stopped-the professional