Oh lord what is this going on in my head?
And what are these pustules on my stubbly chin?
What was it that one time felt so grand
Now leaves me drowning in a sea of sin?
When I go downtown to the liquor store
I shake in my boots, overcome by fright
That I'll be approached by some foul-assed whore
Just as I am approached every night
Then I return home all filled with disgust
From this most vile and unpleasant feeling
But my distaste soon turns into lust
And I deliver myself a beating
What is the line between pleasure and pain?
Gun in my hand, I rule my domain