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