Cocksuckered and cold-cocked
In the men's room;
Eye-balling your sister, she's too young.

I don't have to tell you
That you've hurt me;
Here's blood in your eye, my bell's been rung.

But how many times will it hit me--
I'm not fit for humanity?
Run and hide? Suicide?
Think I'll pass.
You'll just have to put up with
My Lame Ass.
My Lame Ass.
[Put up with] My Lame Ass.
[Put up with] My Lame Ass.
[:End bridge]

Brow-beaten and bawled out
On the way home,
No telling a drunk that he's undone.

I'm not going to tell you
For the last time,
Piss off, I don't need a chaparone!


I notice them wincing by;
I know they think "human fly,
A pestilent pox, a stye--
How on Earth does he get by?"

"How does he get by?"

I'm taking my toys now,
Going back home.
I don't have to make sense when I'm alone.


Lyrics submitted by razajac

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