The Professional - 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 razorblade

An amateur bleeds but she hardly gets paid

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

You better watch what you you better watch what you say no way

They're coming after you they'll get in your head your head your head head

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