fine when I'm not drinking
who's got to walk it on in this game
it has a very vicious way
Of acting all the stress out
So why should I not crumble
That's what the therapist said
Your little belly told me
to mock her love in many ways
To live under the rain, cold and Easter,
and die on a Christmas day
Oh, why should I not come back?
And focus on the idea in mind
Don't even bother with sis
Cause not to love yourself is a crime
So do it till you feel fine
My old lady told me I'm firin',
But she's not the one who's
Got to walk it out in this game
And why should I not crumble
That's what the therapist said
That's what the therapist,
Oh, that's what the therapist said