From the moment I was taught to resist the education To hold it hostage until I know he loves me With a shrug and an ugh I unleash my holy power With a feeling of the end of my last examination Awoo, awoo How sweet is the curd of my own rich qualities I'd rather wallow in the mud of my own imagination If I am naked on the throne, I'll be working in the boneyard Haunts the blood like a bad reputation Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo I've got 25 bucks, can you save my reputation Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever But if I covet and conform to my own witch qualities I will be working for my own now, at least I know he loves me not Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo