Here I am, the walking contradiction   I guess I like the feeling of friction      I can't do anything   Why can't I do anything right?      I never pull through with the things I should   Just sitting around, eat another Quaalude      I can't do anything   Why can't I do anything right?      I don't mind being the world's ashtray   I only feel lucky when I'm losing the race      I can't do anything right   Why can't I do anything right?