The Professional — текст песни (Sleater-Kinney)

There is a sound
they don`t want you to own
arrest every word
that escapes from your throat
They hand you the world`s smallest microphone
It`s still too loud and you`re asked to go home

She can stay as long as she swears
that when she breathes it will be
her own air
she`ll state her case and take up space
and that suffocates-
The professional

there is a sound that they want
you to hear
to drown out the voice
that plays in your ear
they hand you the world`s biggest razor blade
an amateur bleeds
but she hardly gets paid

She can be mad but they`ll let her know
the scorched earth
allows nothing to grow
and she`ll be blamed but feel no shame
cuz she`ll have stopped-
the professional