Sinking

I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself, don't get much fun Coz my loins are smoking like the barrel of a gun Agitated beyond belief, frustrated feelings I think I must be cracking up, my ears begin to ring Nah nah, na na na nah Why do you let me down when I wanna play? There's nothing whatsoever that I can do or say You're a selfish fool and you're making me feel sad You're always pretty placid when you should be standing proud Sit back, relax, there's a chick in the sack so calm down, you gotta clam down, calm down Tell me why I am a failure for as long as I remember Will I ever over and shoot my target like a gun? I know I'm weak, frustrated, this I know but all I need is Pushing, pulling, digging, sweating Taste your ass She says I do not love her, a lack of desire When I disagree she looks at me and then calls me a liar They say a man's brain's situated between the legs Well if that's true, then whoopy doo, I guess I am brain dead