I'm the little girl at the picnic
Who won't stop pulling her dress up
It doesn't matter who's in control now
It doesn't matter 'cause this is new radio
What the f*ck
Is written
All over your pretty face
The gaps in teeth
The dirty nails
Baby boy, you can't kill what's f*cking real
Turn that song down
Turn the static up
Come here baby, let me kiss you like a boy does
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's wipe our cum on my parents' bed
Come on
Bikini Kill - The Singles Album Lyrics
Bikini Kill - The Singles Lyrics
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox, Billy Karren
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Rebel Girl
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl, she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there's revolution
When she walks, the revolution's coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she's a dyke, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Will you, rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my rebel girl
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl, she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there's revolution
When she walks, the revolution's coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she's a dyke, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Will you, rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my rebel girl
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Demirep
Miss Mary Mac, Mac, Mac
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
They jumped the fence, fence, fence
They jumped so high, high, high
They reached the sky, sky, sky
And never came back, back, back
Till the fourth of July, lie, liar
I'm sorry that I'm getting chubby
And I cannot always be happy for you
And I am not some lame sorority queen
Taking you home to meet my Daddy
You collect your trustfund baby
And I'll be a whore
And we'll pretend we're just the same but
I know I know I know I know I know that
I, I am hiding
The YOU I show to YOU is just a lie
You take what you want, you get what you take
You take what you want, you get what you take
But I got something man, that your f*cking money cannot buy
You never know, never know, never know what
You'll never know, never know, never know what
You wanna take it but you cannot have it
You don't know what it's like to be alive
I could scream my truth, if I wanted
Right through your lies
But your baseball bat words, razormouth
Carves your initials bloody in my thighs
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
They jumped the fence, fence, fence
They jumped so high, high, high
They reached the sky, sky, sky
And never came back, back, back
Till the fourth of July, lie, liar
I'm sorry that I'm getting chubby
And I cannot always be happy for you
And I am not some lame sorority queen
Taking you home to meet my Daddy
You collect your trustfund baby
And I'll be a whore
And we'll pretend we're just the same but
I know I know I know I know I know that
I, I am hiding
The YOU I show to YOU is just a lie
You take what you want, you get what you take
You take what you want, you get what you take
But I got something man, that your f*cking money cannot buy
You never know, never know, never know what
You'll never know, never know, never know what
You wanna take it but you cannot have it
You don't know what it's like to be alive
I could scream my truth, if I wanted
Right through your lies
But your baseball bat words, razormouth
Carves your initials bloody in my thighs
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
In Accordance To Natural Law
"All men are evil
Except my boyfriend"
Said the sound of the spectacle
I read it in a fanzine
It wasn't even in a
Big dumb glossy magazine
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything we might have done, well
None of that means shit anymore
We contradicted ourselves
I guess we're all hypocrites
Just 'cause we like to get our kicks
In this one way, sometimes
You tell me
Except my boyfriend"
Said the sound of the spectacle
I read it in a fanzine
It wasn't even in a
Big dumb glossy magazine
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything
Everything we might have done, well
None of that means shit anymore
We contradicted ourselves
I guess we're all hypocrites
Just 'cause we like to get our kicks
In this one way, sometimes
You tell me
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Strawberry Julius
It's you
All over my skin
Taking invisible streets
To the fake place
Where we win.....
Watch me now
From the back of the room,
Just don't touch me with
Your bare hands
Whatever you do.....
I wanna burn baby burn
Baby black and blue
Burn it baby burn it baby
Burn with the truth
Ask you what the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck did they do to you?
(who needs a beat when the beat just goes)
I gotta tell you something
I gotta tell you something
Your palm
The back of my neck
It means more than any porn
I wanna forget
(maybe baby i just wanna forget)
I'll say something wrong
Say something wrong wrong right
Say it so wrong
Say it wrong
Say it right
Just stay here and be with me
For real
Stay in your body tonight
I'll be your mama, your sister
I'll be your f*ckin dad
I'll be the best little baby
That you ever had had
Cuz i got more tongues
Than just this one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(who needs a beat?)
I've got to go now
I've got to go now
All over my skin
Taking invisible streets
To the fake place
Where we win.....
Watch me now
From the back of the room,
Just don't touch me with
Your bare hands
Whatever you do.....
I wanna burn baby burn
Baby black and blue
Burn it baby burn it baby
Burn with the truth
Ask you what the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck
What the f*ck did they do to you?
(who needs a beat when the beat just goes)
I gotta tell you something
I gotta tell you something
Your palm
The back of my neck
It means more than any porn
I wanna forget
(maybe baby i just wanna forget)
I'll say something wrong
Say something wrong wrong right
Say it so wrong
Say it wrong
Say it right
Just stay here and be with me
For real
Stay in your body tonight
I'll be your mama, your sister
I'll be your f*ckin dad
I'll be the best little baby
That you ever had had
Cuz i got more tongues
Than just this one
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(who needs a beat?)
I've got to go now
I've got to go now
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Anti-Pleasure Dissertation
maybe i like you
maybe i do
oooooh oooooh oooooh
maybe i found something real
i just don't know if was i wrong to trust anyone
tell me tell me
did you tell them everything i said?
did you tell them everything?
did you tell them everything i said?
did you tell them everything i said?
why don't you tell them?
did you get a good laugh?
tell me was it good was it good?
was it good?
was it good for you?
did you win that race?
did you score thatpoint?
oh yeah yr so f*cking cool, f*cking cool
now did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya?
go tell yr f*cking friends
what i thought and how i felt
how punk-f*cking-rock
my pussy smells
now did you tell them
i don'tcare i don'tcare i don'tcare i don'tcare
i really really don't know
maybe i like you
maybe i do
oooooh oooooh oooooh
maybe i do
oooooh oooooh oooooh
maybe i found something real
i just don't know if was i wrong to trust anyone
tell me tell me
did you tell them everything i said?
did you tell them everything?
did you tell them everything i said?
did you tell them everything i said?
why don't you tell them?
did you get a good laugh?
tell me was it good was it good?
was it good?
was it good for you?
did you win that race?
did you score thatpoint?
oh yeah yr so f*cking cool, f*cking cool
now did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya?
go tell yr f*cking friends
what i thought and how i felt
how punk-f*cking-rock
my pussy smells
now did you tell them
i don'tcare i don'tcare i don'tcare i don'tcare
i really really don't know
maybe i like you
maybe i do
oooooh oooooh oooooh
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Rah! Rah! Replica
I caught my boyfriend kissing a replica
Oh god, she looked just like me
Only nice and sweet and better,
But she's not bacon boy
She's f*cking sizzlelean
She burnt my dresses and she cut my hair
"she burnt my dresses and she cut my hair"
He burnt my dresses and he cut my hair
Doused out the fire in my stare
One, two
Now i live on a new street, baby
Now i live on a new street, yeah
Now i live on a new street baby
Address double zero and the place is nowhere
Don't
You
Try
To
Fake
Me
Out
Oh god, she looked just like me
Only nice and sweet and better,
But she's not bacon boy
She's f*cking sizzlelean
She burnt my dresses and she cut my hair
"she burnt my dresses and she cut my hair"
He burnt my dresses and he cut my hair
Doused out the fire in my stare
One, two
Now i live on a new street, baby
Now i live on a new street, yeah
Now i live on a new street baby
Address double zero and the place is nowhere
Don't
You
Try
To
Fake
Me
Out
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
I Like Fucking
Hey! Do you believe there's anything
Beyond troll-guy reality?
I do. I do. I do
It gets so hard, just to be okay
Sometimes being happy, baby
Is what I'm most afraid of
Baby, you know
It gets so hard for me to fight
I don't know why, I guess I never did
Why don't you show me now
How to lose control
She's so very I don't care
She's so very I don't care
Just cause my world, sweet sister
Is so f*cking goddamn full of rape
Does that mean my body
Must always be a source of pain?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
She's so very I don't care
She's so very I don't care
Just cause I named it right here, sweet chickadee
Don't mean for a minute you should think
I'm the opposite of anything
But if you want to know for sure, I'll tell you
We're not going to prove nothing, nothing
Sitting around, watching each other starve
What we need is action/strategy
I want, I want, I want, I want
I want it now
I believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure, babe
I do. I do. I do
Beyond troll-guy reality?
I do. I do. I do
It gets so hard, just to be okay
Sometimes being happy, baby
Is what I'm most afraid of
Baby, you know
It gets so hard for me to fight
I don't know why, I guess I never did
Why don't you show me now
How to lose control
She's so very I don't care
She's so very I don't care
Just cause my world, sweet sister
Is so f*cking goddamn full of rape
Does that mean my body
Must always be a source of pain?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
She's so very I don't care
She's so very I don't care
Just cause I named it right here, sweet chickadee
Don't mean for a minute you should think
I'm the opposite of anything
But if you want to know for sure, I'll tell you
We're not going to prove nothing, nothing
Sitting around, watching each other starve
What we need is action/strategy
I want, I want, I want, I want
I want it now
I believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure, babe
I do. I do. I do
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
I Hate Danger
I said i wanna come over
You said 'ok just come over'
Your friends are all on the couch
Your friends said 'lets walk around'
I'll pretend your friends are my friends
And kinda try not to offend them
But i won't let you see anything real
Let you know, there's limits to--
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
It's a predictable point of view
This group dynamic caters to
It's a particular point of view
I think you know when it caters to you
(and if you do know don't act like you
Don't cuz it's really annoying, and if
You don't know, well, let's just say,
You're a lot lot stupider than i thought)
I'll pretend your friends are my friends
But i don't wanna hear you defend them
In fact that kinda insults me and
I kinda don't really wanna be here right
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago, ago
Ok: your whole thing put me in
Negative space for way too long
The only thing i managed to say during
That time was 'i hate danger'
What i really should have said is
You're so not dangerous
You're so not what you say you are at all
You said 'ok just come over'
Your friends are all on the couch
Your friends said 'lets walk around'
I'll pretend your friends are my friends
And kinda try not to offend them
But i won't let you see anything real
Let you know, there's limits to--
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
It's a predictable point of view
This group dynamic caters to
It's a particular point of view
I think you know when it caters to you
(and if you do know don't act like you
Don't cuz it's really annoying, and if
You don't know, well, let's just say,
You're a lot lot stupider than i thought)
I'll pretend your friends are my friends
But i don't wanna hear you defend them
In fact that kinda insults me and
I kinda don't really wanna be here right
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago
I stopped talking an hour ago, ago
Ok: your whole thing put me in
Negative space for way too long
The only thing i managed to say during
That time was 'i hate danger'
What i really should have said is
You're so not dangerous
You're so not what you say you are at all
Writer: Kathleen Hanna, Billy Karren, Tobi Vail, Kathi Wilcox
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
The Singles is a compilation album of three singles by punk rock band Bikini Kill. The album was released in 1998 by Kill Rock Stars. Joan Jett produces, plays guitar and sings on the first three tracks. In 2018, Bikini Kill reissued the album on CD and 12" vinyl.
Performed By:
Bikini KillGenre(s): Punk rock, riot grrrl
Length: 17:24
Released: June 23rd, 1998
Year: 1998