Which man? Which bed? Which cooling board? Fresh from my injection, I am a projection The goddess of compa**ion isn't part of me I'm leaving you I can't be who I used to The wind shook the rain She'd never scream or anything Which man? Which bed? Which cooling board? The congregation is calling But I'll never go there again It's gonna be alright, he said No, it ain't, she cried as he died Which man? Which bed? Which cooling board? I'm trying to fix your defect But it may be what I love now She's is the change, it works alone He's lying there leaking songs