Try Not To Think About It

I can't do anything that I put my mind to.

And whoever came up with that expression never saw me play basketball.

If I listen to my brother yammer on

About whatever's making him mad on this given day

I can almost get through a few bars of this tune.

If I say to myself, 'Alright. Now. Concentrate.'

I'll fuck it up over and over again.

When I'm doing sex-'it', as the kids say-I think about how shitty chocolate milk was in Alberta.

Otherwise I'd never get through it.

St. Peter is heaven's bouncer.