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.