Does my sadness qualify,
Do you have to reason why?

Is this face the one you saw,
Several million times before?

Slap me down, turn around
Stamp my soul into the ground.

Is that all you have to say?
Could you put it another way?

I've still got some self respect,
You'd like that too I expect.

Slap me down, turn around
Stamp my soul into the ground.

Beer, sex and MTV,
Are now useless to me.

I can no longer stand,
Cursed by the touch of your hand.