Sweet F.A.

So, how much do you know?
Do i have to leave here
Pack my bags and get out by tomorrow
Can i stay just another day?

Meanwhile, you ask how i'm doing
You start to smile and ask how much i'm using
But wait, i just can't contemplate
Where i have been

(chorus)
What was at first thick as mud
Is now as clear as can be
And when i waste all my money
On filthy pornography
And now this harpy inside
She's got me down on my knees
On my knees