If I raise my hand I've got a question to ask
About your fixed rate policies and the lots that have been cast
Against the temporaries and the innocent of heart and soul
Well, it might get a little hot in here tonight
But it all comes down to a measure of self control
And this don't hurt near as bad as the last time
As a matter of fact I don't feel anything at all
I won't drop down to my knees
And kiss your ass just to please
It don't hurt near as bad as the last time
You are a solitary man in the most desperate of ways
You've got your hand on my silver while your gold is at play
Your mission statement is a collection of mysteries and lies
Yeah, you speak a good forked tongue
But I see you behind those flashing eyes
I'm three sheets to the wind
Dancing on your soyia again
I've got something to say
But you're not listening anyway
This don't hurt near as bad as the last time
In fact I - I don't think I feel any pain at all
I won't fall down on my knees
And kiss your ass just to please
This don't hurt near as bad as the last time