sittin' on the south side by some greasy white guy   who says 'whattaya call that kind of hair?'   I call it mine you drunken swine   now shut your face and drink your beer   contents under pressure will explode   so be careful where your footsteps dare to go   my stomach's waging war with me   scars resemble memory   I told you what's the matter   but you don't believe the answer   why should any woman ever be afraid   why should any woman ever be afraid   I never really ever thought about it quite like that   I never really ever thought about it quite like that   maybe you should   maybe you should   on her tail he's on the train   so she switches cars   'cause he won't stop staring   that sick psycho-matic in dimestore glasses   he won't stop staring   why should any woman ever be afraid   I never really ever thought about it quite like that   maybe you should   maybe you should   maybe you should