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 the things that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.
