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've spent 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've spent 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