What's A Boy To Do

I am obsessed with this confessing obsession

I’d like to teach these little girls a lesson

Dick deep in depression, social armageddon

Baby I just need some space to get my shit together

And the weather outside is locusts and blood

Rivers of corpses earthquakes and floods

I ain’t no doctor but I play one on TV

I ain’t no boner but I think you’ll get a load of me

And I told you not to look at me baby

I didn’t wanna do this but you’re making me

Now what’s a boy to do when you keep on pushing me?

I ain’t nearly strong enough to stop trusting you

But you’re a real motherfucker, what’s a boy to do?

I am isolated and it’s great, sometimes I hate it

When you’re late at least you made it, but the slate is everchanging

And I’m ranging on this galaxy tonight

An empty hearted dead-eyed satellite, whoa