I've Got Problems

Talking to myself again
About how I'll never win
I look into the mirror

And that's how my day begins
I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind

Well I don't shower
I'm a slob
I've gone years without a job
And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob
Because the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind

Late at night I justify the way that I am
I try to pray but it's too late
Because she don't give a damn
If I could change just one small thing about my face
I'd simply just erase

Because I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
I do some fucked up shit

I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
Because I'm a fucked up twit
I don't wanna kill myself
And don't need no fucking drugs
I just revel in the sickness that comes from this holy love
Why's it so hard for me to be like you

I'm just an animal
Baby aren't we all
I'm full of shit and I live with it til' the day I fall
There's no turning back
So give the devil his due

Late at night I justify the way that I am
I try to pray but it's too late
Because she don't give a damn
If I could change just one small thing about my face
I'd simply just erase

Because I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
I do some fucked up shit

I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
Because I'm a fucked up twit
Because I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
I bet that you do too

I've got problems
I've got problems
I've got problems
There's nothing we can do

I've forgotten right from wrong
I don't have no protest song
I'm just another schmuck
Doing my worst to get along
With the man who looks like me
And sings these songs

And the lust inside my heart
I spew it through my art
I can't control my many ticks
And my lifes falling apart
And why can't myself and I just get along

Late at night I justify the way that I am
I try to pray but it's too late
Because she don't give a damn
If I could change just one small thing about my face
It's simply to erase