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.