My voice has been boxed on a shelf by the door And my hands may be cold but my wry smile's still warm And she can't believe that I'm not gonna fight Guess I'm just too busy doing battle from the inside And I feel you, well I'll see you 'round And you f**ed your way in, you can f** your way out Well, a terminal inversion seems to apply Seems if we're wanting to be powerful we've gotta learn to play the guy But she beats her chest and proclaims that life's unfair And she's to pissed to be angry and I'm much too cool to care And I feel you, well I'll see you 'round And you f**ed your way in, you can f** your way out Just because I bleed seems to make me family And I don't wanna be your militia sister Well, my popular opinion has just vanished without a trace And seems if I'm not living on the edge then I'm taking up too much space And you can point your fingers and call me a b**h Yeah, I guess it's good to be alternative Guess I kind of enjoy it And I feel you, well I'll see you 'round And you f**ed your way in, you can f** your way out And, no baby, you're not even warm