Why live at all,
put up with the pain and suffering and bullshit
just to die someday anyway?
And then you find yourself a woman:
she takes over your life, messes with your mind,
empties your bank account, and breaks your heart.
Well, I don't like being alone all the time,
but I can handle it 99.99%
I said: I can handle being alone 99.99% of the time,
but that point zero one ain't no fun.
So I ask my God, why do I have to be alone
100% of the time?
Then I realize: I don't have to be blue!
[segue to "It's What You Make It"]