So, how much do you know?
Do I have to leave here
Pack my bags and get out by tomorrow
Can I stay just another day?
Meanwhile, you ask how I'm doing
You start to smile and ask how much I'm using
But wait, I just can't contemplate
Where I have been
What was at first thick as mud
Is now as clear as can be
And when I waste all my money
On filthy p**nography
And now this harpy inside
She's got me down on my knees
On my knees