I've got soul in my bones 

Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own 

Every month 

I've got my period 

To take care of 

And to collect in blue tampons 



Na na na 

Na na na 



I've got mace, pepper-spray 

And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes 

What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed 



Na na na 

Na na na 



What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed...