Never will I find anything as ridiculous as man kind
The men seem obsessed with nothing but undressing
And the woman quite the opposite
I sit with friends as they talk of tits and arse and sigh
Civilisation came to naught they care for nothing but a f**k
Women are no better spending their life looking for someone to spend it with
Wether they like them or not they have a habit of lying in the bed they've made
People are convinced that a partner will make them happy
But with role models like parents how can you blame them?
Passion lives in a bottle and on records
Love is dead
Never have I heard the word and felt any meaning
But forever mankind will chase it seeing it in man woman and child
I speak of these ills but I'm not above them
I like every other fool and lier have proclaimed my love of another
I knew I loved her. So I did, but love is a word like any other
So I sit and drink and speak of f*****g
Yet at every word I die a little in side wondering is there nothing else
Is civiilization forever to be ran by the c**k and the balls?
I grow tired of mine and want nothing of them
I want to die alone. I am perfect and no-one deserves me