Once again, I'm slippin' into my feminine ways
Pump Creatine and skip leg day
Jump as four titans emerge from underground
Debating, "Would you rather be burned or drowned?"
Pump piss-drunk on the stench of fraternity
Haloed by memories of pension eternity
Head polished to a mirror for Athena
Goodbye, Nana A and stay strong, Nana Tina
It was sailors and junkies
Never caught the shuttle home
Once again, I'm slippin' into my hominid gait
I'm cocksure as a man jumping off a cliff
Top heavy hair, cigarette and a quiff
Slunk back drunk to the den of uncertainty
Crying a fantasy of bleeding maternity
It was sailors and junkies
Never caught the shuttle home
Tip-toe corners in Costco
The way I see it, don't care how long it takes
It was sailors and junkies
Never caught the shuttle home
It was sailors and junkies
Never caught the shuttle home
It was sailors and junkies