I'm not made perfect I don't know everything 
From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink 
I've had my moments when I've prepared for all 
I've even failed to have a woman given my number to call 

Some say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all 
Is no life at all 

Even my pubic hair has got it's share of split ends 
I've felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin' lead 
But I have never felt I had to take that easy way out 
By putting some damn f*ckin' stotgun to my head 

Some say... 

Is no life at all