You think you're on a roll Your garbage turns to gold Tell everyone You're goin it alone You whine and bitch and moan For another cushion on the throne Tell everyone You're goin it alone You've broken every bone You're made of You know what you're afraid of But you're made of stone You're climbin out cha hole Tell everyone You're goin it alone You've broken every bone You're made of You know what you're afraid of But you're made of stone