Cass McCombs - Run Sister Run lyrics

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"
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 have 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 and she will free you
Sister, forgive your man that he
May rise from bondage
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 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