Denounce these old exalted limbs once you've gained
Krishna status or something better than-we know we're better than
To ever judge I've ever had, allow me to lay your verdicts to rest

While I'm swooning them

The jury knows that I'm a man, and I'm a great one

There ain't no way you're stopping him
There ain't no way you're stopping me


I'll tell my proudest secrets
Don't mind if you can't keep them


Well, lately it's been mayday
So tell me, why is this your favorite sin?
Lately it's been mayday

So tell me why you wanna fake it?

They say that once you've gained

This status it only gets even better
And he will prove that he's a man
With wooden bed posts whittled away

With the notches, they were carved in a little too deep
And now he's paying for it
He's sleeping on the floor tonight


I go from the back
So that way they cannot see

That this is me
Now I know shame
Look at my back

The marks make it clear to see
Innocent me can no longer claim a saint
I'm now digging my fingers

Into the back of a !@^%
But here's the thing
In the good book it said that

God made man, and I'm a man.
So tell me...who's wrong?