Tree Times a Day lyrics

It's a joke I play 3 times a day to sticky magazines Tired wrist and greasy fist, erotic sister scenes Bitter, unreal; too worn out to feel Resisting, grasping and never lasting And nulling out my pleasure So I never know what's real 3 times a day, 3 times I see Just how pathetic my need can be 3 times a day, 3 times I see Just how pathetic my need can be 3 times a day, 3 times I see Just how pathetic my need can be You got it, brother