Oh lord what is this going on in my head?

And what are these pustules on my stubbly chin?

What was it that one time felt so grand

Now leaves me drowning in a sea of sin?

When I go downtown to the liquor store

I shake in my boots, overcome by fright

That I'll be approached by some foul-assed whore

Just as I am approached every night

Then I return home all filled with disgust

From this most vile and unpleasant feeling

But my distaste soon turns into lust

And I deliver myself a beating

What is the line between pleasure and pain?

Gun in my hand, I rulе my domain