Slut down (Slut down!)nYou got to treat them rightnDispatch the boys and leave her spread on sitenSlut down, she's not the guilty typenShe'll make her roundsnAnd call you moaning in spitennDaddy's little superficial heart attackn(This emotional brat can't feel emotion)nEmotion I lacknBecause your sex is a diversionary past timen(And your looks are only temporary)nAm I dead or sleeping?nnMan down (Man down!)nJust pull yourself uprightnWith your knack for class it'll be just finenMan down, don't kid yourself, big guynImpending doom is your calling in lifennAnd how far is failure from the starting line?nWith legs like that, I see whynYou've been running for so longnBut a king can't build an empire without his queennnThe working girl and her dirty red light storyn(She says there has been no one before)nWe lost transmission (can't talk sex)nAnd sex means love so it's deceasedn(she won't bleed) You're not the first to be deceivednnOh yes, she'd bleed, if it were up to menClaiming back that heart she swore to mennAnd how far is failure from the starting line?nWith legs like that, I see whynYou've been running for so longnBut a king can't build an empire without his queennnI say I lost mine at eighteennShe's been active since twelvenI say I'm coming back homenMy bird is heading down southnI've been crawling on the floornShe's been laid out in bednSince then I've been drinking to livenMy standards suffered insteadnnShe's nothing but an aging weathered holenShe's nothing but an aging weathered holenShe's nothing but an aging weathered holenShe's nothing but an aging weathered holennShe's showing off her worldnAnd I'm having trouble breathingnI found my equalnShe said Shut your mouth just breathenAnd come a little closernYou look better inside mennAnd how far is failure from the starting line?nWith legs like that, I see whynYou've been running for so longnBut a king can't build an empire without his queennnShe's nothing but an aging weathered hole