Deep down this boy can feel too much His flesh is weak he needs the satin crown Got balls intact despite the fact He'll curse his luck, his painful guts Screwed up the path he followed Always the pretty songs for us to sing along and bust up This is the worst news I have heard alone and disturbed now He's divine this time When will you listen? No fake what does it take when will you listen When will you learn? You fuss you fight I don't think it's right That you pushed this man so deep down this hole Come back Come back Always the pretty songs for us to sing along and get f**ed up