If I had a dollar for every time I askednWhat the hell am I still doing here?nI could move out of this basement, buy a house in Mission BeachnWhere I'd live out all my remaining yearsnnAnd if I had an ounce of motivation left in menI'd write the great American novel and retire at 23nI could put pen to paper and turn words to poetrynOr maybe just get drunk and fall asleepnnAnd if I got paid commission for every time I bitchednAnother week of this shit and I'd be fucking rich