I've got soul in my bones Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own Every month I've got my period To take care of And to collect in blue tamponsNa na na Na na naI've got mace, pepper-spray And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeedNa na na Na na naWhat I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed...