I’m thinking of my soul’s sovereignty and I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things
Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me the young sponge, so ready to agree
Years have gone
I recognize the walking dead now aware that I’m alive and way ahead
Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things
And I’m so happy I see you looking,
I know that you’re thinking that I’ll never go anywhere
The things that I’ve done and teh things that I’ve seen
I don’t really expect you to care
