He hates his penis and all that it stands for
He hates his tastes, wants to be a sad bore
If anybody knew what kind of shit he liked
He’d be locked in darkness without his rights
A broken lamp, but there’s no genie inside
No way to get rid of the parts he must hide
Take a razor blade and cut his dingus off
And the sack for which he turns and coughs
The thoughts don’t stop, he wants to drop
Before he gets his ass beat by the keystone cops
Throw the TV out of his window pane
Before a Huggies commercial drives him insane
No where to turn to, no one to talk to
Want to stab him to death? He won’t stop you
He never asked for his brain to be fucked up
Nobody would choose it, it’s just tough luck
Where does he go from his lowest point?
Does he just light up yet another joint?
Numbing his pain with drugs and food
He lived another day, stabilized his mood
He’s a monster without the claws and fangs
A warmonger without the guns and tanks
A devil without living in the hells below
That shit’s on earth, in case you didn’t know
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