I'm not made perfect I don't know everything From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink I've had my moments when I've prepared for all I've even failed to have a woman given my number to call Some say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all Is no life at all Even my pubic hair has got it's share of split ends I've felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin' lead But I have never felt I had to take that easy way out By putting some damn f*ckin' stotgun to my head Some say... Is no life at all