Talking to myself again About how i'll never win I look into the mirror, And that's how my day begins I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind
Well I don't shower I'm a slob I've gone years without a job And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind
Late at night I justify the way that I am I try to pray but it's too late Because she don't give a damn If I could change just one small thing about my face I'd simply just earase
Because I've got problems I've got problems I've got problems I do some fucked up shit
I've got problems I've got problems I've got problems Because I'm a fucked up twit
I don't wanna kill myself And don't need no fucking drugs I just revel in the sickness that comes from this holy love Why's it so hard for me to be like you
I'm just an animal Baby aren't we all I'm full of shit and I live with it til' the day I fall There's no turning back So give the devil his due
Late at night I justify the way that I am I try to pray but it's too late Because she don't give a damn If I could change just one small thing about my face I'd simply just earase
Because I've got problems I've got problems I've got problems I do some fucked up shit
I've got problems I've got problems I've got problems Because I'm a fucked up twit
Because I've got problems I've got problems I've got problems I bet that you do too
I've got problems I've got problems I've got problems There's nothing we can do
I've got (??) right from wrong I don't have no protest song I'm just another schmuck Doing my worst to get along With the man who looks like me And sings these songs
And the lust inside my heart I spew it through my art I can't control my many ticks And my lifes falling apart And why can't myself and I just get along
Late at night I justify the way that I am I try to pray but it's too late Because she don't give a damn If I could change just one small thing about my face It's simply to earase