After my death
Give him everything
My house, my money and my dress
My house, my money and my dresses
Just don’t let him forget
About the girl who spilled rain
Under his steps
On the asphalt, his steps
Under his steps
Oh I still remember what he said

said said:

You live in a man’s world, baby
You live in a man’s world, baby
Just learn to take a punch
If you want to be someone, baby
If you want to be someone, baby
You must grab them by the throat
When your back’s against the wall
Just spit in their face, my girl
You must grab them by the throat
Just a few rules about the wild world

I’m a soldier like Jane
I’m like little girl Matilda
With a panic heart and scars
With a panic heart and scars inside
I still can’t explain
Why people do the same
They dance in circles
They love Andy Warhol
They try to be perfect
But there is no fucking point

he said said:

You live in a man’s world, baby
You live in a man’s world, baby
Just learn to take a punch
If you want to be someone, baby
If you want to be someone, baby
You must grab them by the throat
When your back’s against the wall
Just spit in their face, my girl
You must grab them by the throat
Just a few rules about the wild world