I Love Fucking Up

I liked you better you were running on top Taught you to dance and you told me to stop Get on the freeway at two hundred and five That's not the limit when you're learning to drive I always marvel at decisions I make Eight hundred thousand two hundred and fifty mistakes No good a fighting and I'm no good in bed Thought it was raining when you pissed down my leg I'm having trouble with my Saturday night Thought your stool sample was vegemite I broke my arm when I was going berserk And now I play the guitar but my fingers don't work 'cause I love fucking up I got a stereo I couldn't afford I got a mobile and I asked for a cord Two speed automatic washing machine I took it to the Laundromat to get my clothes clean I always wonder at the decisions I make Twenty seven hundred thousand stupid mistakes 'cause I love fucking up I thought I can't get no satisfaction was by the Rollins band And I can't get no girly action unless it's with my hand Another funny anecdote, at my expense I didn't find it that funny, thought it didn't make sense Sentences I can't construct Teenagers I will corrupt 'cause I love fucking up I thought I can't get no satisfaction was by the Rollins band And I can't get no girly action unless it's with my hand If the the deaf dumb blind kid gave a speech then I would interrupt 'casue I love fucking up