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.