The Professional

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 razor blade
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