You think you're on a roll
Your garbage turns to gold
Tell everyone
You're goin it alone

You whine and bitch and moan
For another cushion on the throne
Tell everyone
You're goin it alone

You've broken every bone
You're made of
You know what you're afraid of
But you're made of stone

You're climbin out cha hole
Tell everyone
You're goin it alone

You've broken every bone
You're made of
You know what you're afraid of
But you're made of stone