I met a woman dancing in the park
She said, "Child, you sure bubble hate
"All you'll ever make is enemies
"You should have been a murderer"
A crowd gathered at the entrance way
A man crashed his bike into a fountain
Got up and looked me in the eyes
Said, "Who you fooling with that disguise?
"I can spot a murderer"
What do these people know?
They're not kind unless there's blood on the line
Can't sleep at night; it runs through my mind
They don't deserve me as a murderer
Men on a stage began a chant
Through the noise I heard them say
"Admit it, you're a murderer"
That dancer could have fell on her head
Maybe the men drank too much
What was the kid on the swing's excuse when they said
"There goes a murderer"?
What do these people know?
They're not kind unless there's blood on the line
Can't sleep at night; it runs through my mind
They don't deserve me
