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