Said it three times, guess I'll say it four 
 Sad and sick to watch you devolve 
 Your pen has gone gray 
 The view has been walled 
 And no one knows what you're saying at all 
    See-through skin, barnacles of age 
 Male plague, male plague 
 Old days misremembering 
 Male plague, male plague 
 You think the world owes you a stroke 
 Male plague, male plague 
 Fear of the future, losing your hold 
 Male plague, male plague   
 Hey figurehead, what are you gonna do? 
 Her truth moves too fast for you 
 Hurled upon the stage 
 The act has gone sour 
 Sad sacks pickled in jars   
 See-through skin - barnacles of age 
 Male plague, male plague 
 False news beamed right in 
 Male plague, male plague 
 Every boy wants to be a cop 
 Male plague, male plague 
 Punching down - you punch them out 
 Male plague, male plague   
 Everybody knows it's gonna kill you some day 
 Everybody knows it's gonna kill you some day 
 Everybody knows it, tastes it, feels it 
 Everybody knows it's gonna kill you some day 
 Everybody knows it, needs it, wants it 
 Everybody knows it's gonna kill you some day