We are chained to our egos
The dirty men won't make her clean
They're all dressed up like their heroes
But this isn't Halloween
Because their manhood was a rumor
We all hate their stunted growth
He was eager to pursue her
Tracked her down then tainted both
But I've given up all hope
Of this ever ending well
They are naked in a bedroom
She sit there eager as he swells
She calls his name out once or twice
Thus begins their secret life
We keep a record of your failure
written in their sweat and skin
No one needs another lecture
to contemplate this bitter end