Well I can ask the gene to pull me through Well I can ask the mad man for his point of view And I can call a phycic for a well rehersed guess I can call on budah for a walk in the dark I can call on bobby we got high from time to time Call a politician to tell me wrong from right I can ask my bestfriend to tuck me in my bed Or I can call a suicide line with a gun to my head What I need is some good advice To help me win this losing games I can see my life before my eyes Oh and I can't stand the pain The gene couldn't help me she was full of smoke The mad man gave me a padded cell The Phycic didn't know me it was just a joke And Budah walked me to the gates of hell Bobby died with a needle in his arm The politician is doing time My bestfriend he found the answer Jesus Christ And I'm still hanging on the suicide line What I need is some good advice To help me win this losing games I can see my life before my eyes Oh and I can't stand the pain What I need is some good advice To help me win this losing games I can see my life before my eyes Oh and I can't stand the pain
