Tracy Chapman

(repeat intro and sing):
Good girls walk fast in groups of three
Fast girls walk slow on side streets
Sometimes the girls who walk alone
Aren't found for days or weeks
On the busy boulevards
Bad boys call you names and cruise you hard
Bullies laugh and grin and beat
Your soft skin against the cold concrete
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
I'm 3,000 miles away
Knock you down, make you bleed
Make you cry and make you think
I'll die here soon if I don't leave
If I don't leave, if I don't leave
This patch of sky and native ground
Take turns to push and pull you down
Forget trying to live and be happy
I'll take safe and terror free
Chorus...
Hit the floor, shut off the lights,
As the bullets fly
Terror rules the dark night,
Dogs hang from the trees
This training ground for punks and thieves,
Home of poor white retirees
Who didn't bail and couldn't sell
When color made the grass less green
Chorus...
(solo)
Apples are filled with razor blades
But fools and innocents believe
That love and faith and truth and beauty
Can make a garden of this human factory
Chorus...
Bad girls run fast leave home alone
No trace or clue of where they've gone
Sometimes these girls are never found
Never found, never found
Chorus... x 4
(repeat intro)
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