Will they throw stones, Girl's panties, or pennies? I do not know, And i don't care. You haven't heard from me, 'cause i've been very busy, With voodoo dolls, one by one, Tear out the hairs. I can still kick the shit out of myself better than you can. So what? I changed the words, To the one i wrote about forgiveness, What do you care? A little bit of truth, And you go throwin' your arms up, In a fit, with a fist, Tearin' out your hair.