All the horny people sitting in front of their TV and thinking, what is wrong with me, I'm not a monster! Why won't anybody fuck me, I don't wanna live life lonely. Why does everyone have to be perfect? All the barfly's sipping whiskey, fighting ever present pity, wondering what they keep sucking back for. Is it the drink or trepidation, watching all trains leave the station? Why does everyone have to be perfect? You lite up my life, you give me hope to carry on. And, you, you lite up my days, to carry on and you, lite up my life.
All the horny people sitting in front of their TV and thinking, what is wrong with me, I'm not a monster! Why won't anybody fuck me, I don't wanna live life lonely. Why does everyone have to be perfect? You lite up my life, you give me hope to carry on. And, you, you lite up my days, to carry on and you, lite up my life.
