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