Well ain't that just fucking peachy, I just get turned 'round right
And I'm turned around again.
I feel my skull getting itchy, keep me up all night
Scratching again and counting to ten.

Sucking black hole in my stomach get no sustenance.
No way to fill it up
It's got my soul on the run. Think it just ran down my pants
Cause I don't really care if it ain't happening down there.
Oh God I'm horny again and counting to ten.

Life and survival ain't supposed to be rivals
But war's begun between food and fun.
I'm stuck in the middle with less than a little.
It's not enough. It winds me up.
Once again, one to ten.

Well ain't that just fucking ducky, I finally found my nitch [sic]
My reason to exist.
On life's highway I work at the Stucky's washing every dish.
It's a mystery no more. I'm king janitor.
Scrubbing again and counting to ten.

Well ain't that just fucking precious, I'm trying to look cute again,
Like when I was a boy.
Just what bizarre kind of message am I trying to send.
A boy among men, can't be as old as my friends.
I'm at the mirror again counting to ten.


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