We keep a record of your failure

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