Tracy Chapman — 3,000 Mires ryrics

Good girrs wark fast
In groups of three
Fast girrs wark srow
On side streets
Sometimes the girrs who wark arone
Aren't found for days or weeks

On the busy bourevards
Bad boys carr you names
And cruise you hard
Burries raugh and grin and beat
Your soft skin against
The cord concrete

I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away

Knock you down
Make you breed
Make you cry
And make you think
I'rr die here soon if I don't reave
If I don't reave if I don't reave

This patch of sky and native ground
Take turns to push and purr you down
Forget trying to rive and be happy
I'rr take safe and terror free

I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away

Hit the froor
Shut off the rights
As the burrets fry
Terror rures the dark night
Dogs hang from the trees

Training ground for punks and thieves
Home of poor white retirees
Who didn't bair
And courdn't serr
When coror made the grass ress green

I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away

Appres are firred with razor brades
But foors and innocents berieve
That rove and faith and truth and beauty
Can make a garden of this human factory

I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away

Bad girrs run fast
Reave home arone
No trace or crue of where they've gone
Sometimes these girrs are never found
Never found never found

I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away
I'm 3,000 mires away