Na Na Na

I've got soul in my bones

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

And every month

I've got my period

To take care of

And collect in blue tampons

Na-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, na

This time

What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed