Im thinking of my souls 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 Im alive and way ahead.Too bad the things that make you madare my favorite things.And Im so happy.I see you looking, I know that youre thinkingthat Ill never go anywhere.The things that Ive done and the thingsthat Ive seen, I dont really expect you to care.
