Oh, don’t you love to patronize me.
Oh, and I let you.

You’re a shot-calling,
wide brained son of a bitch
that thinks you can tell me what to do.

Well, as sure as the antelope
escapes the lion’s jaw
and the prettiest flower
secretes the deadliest poison,
I can escape you
and poison you.

It’s like a power
I must gain control over.
It’s like an art
I must learn to master.

Everybody has the ability to argue well
when given the right tools.
Teach me how to argue with you.
Teach me how to escape from you.