I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself, don't get much fun

Coz my loins are smoking like the barrel of a gun

Agitated beyond belief, frustrated feelings

I think I must be cracking up, my ears begin to ring

Nah nah, na na na nah

Why do you let me down when I wanna play?

There's nothing whatsoever that I can do or say

You're a selfish fool and you're making me feel sad

You're always pretty placid when you should be standing proud

Sit back, relax, there's a chick in the sack so calm down, you gotta clam down, calm down

Tell me why I am a failure for as long as I remember

Will I ever over and shoot my target like a gun?

I know I'm weak, frustrated, this I know but all I need is

Pushing, pulling, digging, sweating

Taste your ass

She says I do not love her, a lack of desire

When I disagree she looks at me and then calls me a liar

They say a man's brain's situated between the legs

Well if that's true, then whoopy doo, I guess I am brain dead