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