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