No Life At All

I'm not made perfect I don't know everythingFrom time to time my mind is on the virtual brinkI've had my moments when I've prepared for allI've even failed to have a woman given my number to callSome say that life without a little sh*t is no life at allIs no life at allEven my pubic hair has got it's share of split endsI've felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin' leadBut I have never felt I had to take that easy way outBy putting some damn f*ckin' stotgun to my headSome say...Is no life at all