Na na na — The Knife

I've got soul in my bones Got a home, a dog and a man to call my own Every month I've got my period To take care of And to collect in blue tampons

Na na na Na na na

I've got mace, pepper-spray And some shoes that runs faster than a rapist rapes What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed

Na na na Na na na

What I need is chemical castrations, hope and godspeed...