You’re In It

Sometimes you can't smell the shit till you're in it
I know your friends really think that you're winning
Look again and the enemies are grinning
California teeth

I had a nightmare, you were in it
Biting the pillow, I bit the bullet
Sometimes you can't smell the shit till you're in it
Sometimes you can't smell the shit till you're in it

You are exceptional at being sexual
It's just a ritual women do to get men
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I don't mind this idea of heaven
It's just god, maybe man's in it
I'd rather be in hell with all the sinners
Seems more fun with the sex and the drugs!

I was a bad boy in my films so I'll be
Running from Jesus and his [?]
But I left my trainers under your bed, oh no!

You are exceptional at being sexual
It's just a ritual women do to get men
I have to warn me, I am so horny
And if you let me, I'll put my bloody hands all over your heart

Man, they treat this town like it's a toilet
It's full of commoners and foreigners in it
They all seem so pale, uptight, and jaded
On the train home on Wednesday evening

Congratulations, you're in it
Congratulations, you are in it
Sometimes you can't smell the shit till you're in it, man
Sometimes you can't smell the shit till you're in it

You are exceptional at being sexual
It's just a ritual women do to get men
If there was one thing that I regret
It's not doing more sex and drugs before I was sixty-four

Don't get me wrong
I'm no superman
And I need someone to remind me that things can go wrong
Yeah, terribly terribly wrong
Even [?] needs someone to talk to

Not really emotional, we're not American
Don't wanna go down to Oprah Avenue