We've been bad news babes from day one. Reform school did nothin' to stop the truancy and rumblin' that's in our blood. Hell, it only made it worse! Crimes like drag racing, rumbling, assault with a deadly weapon (one gal used a pair of skates), grifting and parking fines brought us together in the big house. Once we were released we knew that we had to watch out for each other; so we formed a social club. The fuzz don't agree-they called the Violent Femmes the dirtiest girl gang around! Might be somethin' about the colors we wear: red for blood and black for our hearts, and the only way out is in a pine box.
Dig, we're a sisterhood, daddy-o! We stick together in one big pack-once a Violent Femme always a Violent Femme. And we get what we want! We'll make out with your steady just to rattle your cage, and we'll total you on the rink after that. Hey! You ain't takin' it from these foxy hellcats...