An ass that won't quit
But always heading
To the door
I see everything in skits
I see everything and more
And I want more
I want more

Head over heels, always heading to the floor
Sweep up all my bits and leave me by the door
'Cause I want more
I want more


God, I've had a lot to drink
And man that's made me think and think
Oh, boy, I can't do anything
I've kid myself I'm something big
Babyface above the sink
Defeated by the toilet brink


Gets up from the floor with all the grace of a burlap
Bags up all the evidence and flushеs the sack
Then heads back for morе

You've convinced yourself
you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death

You've convinced yourself
you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death

You've convinced yourself
you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death

You've convinced yourself
you like the taste of your own breath
If it's it's don't, or die trying
Then you've opted for death