While you carve up the children
I ll be combing the sand
Searching for bones and teeth
And soft little things
Held in soft little hands

You make me feel like a woman
I ll make you feel like a man
We ll make them all feel like bitches
While we have them eating from our hands

I know something you don t know

We ll be calling a roll call
For people weak in the knees
And then we ll call them all liars
Because we do as we damn well please

Too many days
I spend most of them just waiting for something
Too many ways for your car to break down
I ll misbehave
In the hopes I ll catch
Not hold your attention
If you re the king, then let me see your crown

Every day
I starve myself
Because it s feast or fashion
And every day
I crack a rib
Because I m laughing at myself

Every day
I starve myself
Because it s feast or fashion
And every day
I crack a rib
I hope I laugh myself to death

Too many days
I spend most of them just waiting for something
Too many ways for your car to break down
I ll misbehave
In the hopes I ll catch
Not hold your attention
If you re the king, then let me see your crown