Julie Ruin (aka Kathleen Hanna de Bikini Kill et plus tard du Tigre), sort ce morceau en 1997 dans son album éponyme. Elle y parle du viol et de la violence masculine comme d’un système : la violence et les meurtres conjugaux, le viol, l’indifférence de la police et ses "conseils" qui font de la victime une coupable, qui arrêtent des prostituées pour ensuite les violer, le racisme qui voudrait faire croire que seuls les hommes noirs sont des prédateurs sexistes... oppriment et réduisent les femmes au silence, à la peur. Elle se sert de sa plume comme d’une arme pour dire qui sont les vrais coupables. Et le morceau se termine par un clin d’oeil aux Clash et leur fameux Guns of Brixton, "when they knock at your front door, how will you go, with your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun ?". Hommage d’une Riot Grrrl aux punks sous une forme bienvenue et toujours d’actualité.

How many girls stay awake all night

Too scared to sleep and too scared to fight back

I know you know what I’m talking about

Another woman killed and hardly a pout about it

Green River killer my fucking ass

The cops have gotta be deaf, dumb, and spastic

To not catch the killer(s) of a hundred women

I guess it’d be different if they thought we were human

I wanna know what love is

What the fuck if we all got guns

To off the fucking pigs and all the other motherfuckers

Raping the children they paint like dolls

Jon Benet didn’t scream cuz she never fucking was

Come on now the police aren’t gonna save you

They’re part of the problem that society gave you

Locking up Black men for whistling in the wind

You see a mirage when you call the cop your friend

I wanna know what love is

The killers and the cops give us special advice

Like cross your legs and act fucking nice

While they kill us off old and fucking young

For breathing, relieving, and having fun

They’ll keep you scared so you have to have a boyfriend

And take your kids away if your a la la lesbian

Arrest you for whoring then rape you in the car

It’s time we point the finger at who the real criminals are

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

So I’ll stay awake almost every night

A pin in my hand and in the other a knife

Cuz I’d rather be scared and fight back

Then be some dick’s maid, babe, or wife

I don’t care how we get it

but we’ve gotta get it someday