What martyr was worth it?
And then I thought, 'Bums lose a lot'
I should know because I'm one, but losers never win
Eyes full of crime, a criminal sight
Have more sense then your own five
I was holding a plank
On soft carpet in the apartment of a friend
Who finds all our troubles funny
If something feels wrong, then it probably is
But don't confuse excitement with sin
There are things to be doing