So, how much do you know? Do I have to leave here Pack my bags and get out by tomorrow Can I stay just another day?
Meanwhile, you ask how I'm doing You start to smile and ask how much I'm using But wait, I just can't contemplate Where I have been
What was at first thick as mud Is now as clear as can be And when I waste all my money On filthy pornography And now this harpy inside She's got me down on my knees On my knees