No Life At All

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 callSome say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all

Is no life at allEven 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 headSome say...