[Jake Boyd] I was in a market and I looked at all the women And I see her every f**ing place And not just at Reception Red gla** on the wine And I'm shaking all the time And I'm sweating from the summer that I haven't even gotten I don't mind myself sometime I don't mind this going blind You can't help the things you find When you don't care, the words don't rhyme ‘Cause you try And you try And you try And you try And you die I walked through the city And I guess I kinda liked it With the women and the money From the left and to the right of it Called your telephone And you didn't even answer And I'm shaking and alone And I'm sweating from the summer That I haven't even gotten And an old man on the corner Has is one arm wrapped around is dog leash And his god is long forgotten I don't mind myself sometime I don't mind this going blind You can't help the things you find When you don't care, the words don't rhyme ‘Cause you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try And you try ‘Cause you try And you try And you try And you try And you die! ‘Cause you try And you try And you try And you try And you die