I`m not made perfect I don`t know everything
From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink
I`ve had my moments when I`ve prepared for all
I`ve even failed to have a woman given my number to call
Some say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all
Is no life at all
Even my pubic hair has got it`s share of split ends
I`ve felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin` lead
But I have never felt I had to take that easy way out
By putting some damn f*ckin` stotgun to my head
Some say...
Is no life at all