Brendan Kelly and the Wandering Birds - What's a Boy to Do? lyrics

I am obsessed with this confessing obsession I'd like to teach these little girls a lesson Dick deep in depression, social Armageddon Baby I just need some space to get my sh** together And the weather outside is locusts and blood Rivers of corpses earthquakes and floods I ain't no doctor but I play one on TV I ain't no bo*er but I think you'll get a load of me And I told you not to look at me baby I didn't wanna do this but you're making me Now what's a boy to do when you keep on pushing me? I ain't nearly strong enough to stop trusting you But you're a real motherf**er, what's a boy to do? I am isolated and it's great, sometimes I hate it When you're late at least you made it, but the slate is everchanging And I'm ranging on this galaxy tonight An empty hearted dead-eyed satellite Whoa