Lletres: Knife, The. Silent Shout. 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