It's a Freudian complex   The easier it is, the harder I try to get out of it   And I'm the first to admit it   When the cigarettes lit only to be extinguished   It's a Groucho complex   You don't love me anyway   And you're better off without me   At least that's what I'll say      'Cause it depends on the light   And I'm only suicidal tonight   On the outside looking in   My self-destructicism's my only fight, cuz i don't play to win      Try to put my finger on it   And then I'm frustrated   Put my fist through the sheet rock   Which I can say has kept me honest   But I know all in all it has not   Come to grips with detachment disorders   Self diagnosis don't need to hear it from no body   And then retire to my quarters   In the midst of a grip of what could be percieved as OCD's      'Cause it depends on the light   And I'm only suicidal tonight   On the outside looking in   My self-destructicism's my only fight   And I don't play to win.      It's an Oedipus complex   No, you must be thinking of another   If I wasn't I swear I'd confess   But you pretend to call me mother      But it depends on the light and I'm only suicidal tonight   On the outside looking in   My self-destructicism's my only fight   'Cause I don't play to win      I don't play to win   I don't play to win   I don't play to win