Incubus

I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty
And I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings
To throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things

Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me the young sponge, so ready to agree
Years have gone, I recognize the walking dead
Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead

Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things
And I'm so happy

I see you looking, I know that you're thinking
That I'll never go anywhere
The things that I've done and the things
That I've seen, I don't really expect you to care