Like Dracula Lost In A Void Without His Fangs You Lost Your Bite And Expose Yourself Of Being A Whimp While She Blossoms Again, You Are Close To Decay Cause She Keeps Moving On And You'Re Going Astray And Your Big Macho Ego Is Melting Away But With Your 6 String In Your Hand You Seek For Revenge Stop Writing Songs About Your Girlfriend No One Cares About Your Stupid Broken Heart Stop Whining On The Airwaves About Your Love And How It Fell Apart About The Good Times And The Bad Times On These Lousy Three Old Chords Stop Singing About Your Girlfriend We Already Heard It Million Times Before Ulyssses Sirens Cry Their Hearts Out All Day Long And All Your Grief Wrapped In Poesy Turnes Into Songs You Are Another Young Bard Moaning On Radio And You Are Twice Of A Man Since You Portrait Your Woe But You Used To Be Rambo Now You Act Like U2 Wallow In Self-Pity Through "With Or Without You"