Run Sister Run Songtext
von Cass McCombs

They′re coming at you from all sides
To imprint your body and say they didn't
The highest authority on Cheez Whiz
Hiding behind a Supreme Court urinal

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Or do male justices piss in a squat?
Our sister lives in a squat that pisses on justice
Justice is blind and a woman to boot
These boots are made for marching and that′s justice too


Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

They say silly woman can't organize a spice rack
And when we say they we mean us part of the time
We are all one but not today
Fish tomorrow, not today

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run


Run back to the park, they'll roll you a cig, free
Run to any immigrant detention facility
Run you back to the jailhouse
For not talking shit on their ugly wives and kids

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run you up a thirty foot totem pole
Run, sister, tell the people
Run your life if you′re not careful
Tell Father Time his daughters are waiting

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

My sister′s a Queen, she ain't no concubine
Don′t call my sister no concubine, she is the Mother of Creation
Who are you? who are you to call her a concubine?
Don't you know you got to forgive that you may be forgiven?

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Men - respect your sister and respect your Queen
Be good to your woman, my man, and she will free you
Sister - forgive your man that he may rise from bondage
Only you sister, only you my Queen can free the man

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Full moon in Pisces, a reflective riddle
Illusory shadows upon open wounds
Wars of our fathers bouncing like a pinball machines
Between me and my brother stands our sister, don′t shoot!

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run

Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run, sister
Run