Bikini Kill/ Kathleen Hanna

We are turning cursive letters into knives

We've got to show them we're worse than queer

Double triple fucking dare ya

Eat meat, hate blacks, beat your fucking wife...it's all the same thing

They want us to think that to be a girl poet means you have to die

Resist psychic death

I'm so sorry that I think

We need each other. Discouraging words, belittling other girls in front of boys, laughing looks...have no place here. Dialogue does. Let's make girl love real, okay?

I won't play girl to your boy no more, sugar

I'm so sorry that I'm alienating some of you...your whole fucking culture alienates me

Sister, sister where did we go wrong?

There's another boy genius who's fucking gone

It's hard to talk with your dick in my mouth

I can sell my body if I wanna, God knows you already sold your mind

Rebel Girl you are the queen of my world

There's more than two ways of thinking, there's more than one way of knowing, there's more than two ways of being, there's more than one way of going somewhere

You made the rules, you wrote the script out, don't blame me when you fucking lose

I can't put how I feel in a package and sell it back to everyone

I wouldn't be so fucking mad, so fucking pissed off if it wasn't so fucking wrong, it's all fucking wrong

You try to make me crazy, you try to make me scared, you try to make me crazy. I think you're a fucking drag

Sometimes being happy baby is what I'm most afraid of

Just cuz my world, sweet sister, is so fucking god damn full of rape - Does that mean my body must always be a source of pain?

It doesn't matter who's in control now. It doesn't matter cuz this is new radio

Turn that song down, turn that static up, come here baby let me kiss you like a boy does

You are your own worst enemy

I won't stop talking. I am a girl you have no control over. There is not a gag big enough to handle this mouth.