| Lyrics: | It's a joke I play 3 times a day to sticky magazines
Tired wrist and greasy fist, erotic sister
scenes
Bitter, unreal; too worn out to feel
Resisting, grasping and never lasting
And
nulling out my pleasure
So I never know what's real
3 times a day, 3 times I see
Just
how pathetic my need can be
3 times a day, 3 times I see
Just how pathetic my need can
be
3 times a day, 3 times I see
Just how pathetic my need can be
You got it, brother |
