I wonder if it really matters what I say or do?
Would it make a difference to you, if I go and ask you in a decent way.
Guys know how to be friends.
Knack for It, he’s got a knack for it. All you dirty dogs go to hell.
I stop get high. I’m floating through the same old sky.
I’m barking up the same wrong tree. I’m getting on my knees.
Don’t let me beg, no please! I know this is my fate.
Knack for It, he’s got a knack for it. All you dirty dogs go to hell.
I am out of luck, try to get a grip, breathing in my neck, take another hit.