Original lyrics
ENWhen I'm drunk I can't remember that I'm drinking to forget,
And back comes that vision, you know it haunts me yet -
I'm as guilty as Macbeth, she's my Banquo -
You shoulda guessed by now that I'm suffering R.A.O.
My dick's had its say, now I'm left with my head
Asking what I'm doing here in this girl's bed.
Immediately after the sticky white emulsion
Comes the ol' familiar sensation of repulsion.
Repulsion after orgasm - you can't escape the law:
I'm really just a middle class boy who wants to find the door,
And the answer to the question: what was I doing matin'
With this ugly fucking weirdo who calls her dildo Satan?
Repulsion after orgasm - it'll get you in the end,
When you're lying there disgusted, but having to pretend -
Just after I come, all I want to do is go:
That's not a double entendre, that's R.A.O.
