Paroles: Armored Saint. Delirious Nomad. Released.

Aren't you waitin' for me to take command
Well, listen woman, I would if I could make me stand
Don't you think I feel so downright low
To think I'm nude with you
And can't even make the show

Ooh, she waits for me
With open knees

At last I find that I am ready to go
Impatient, she lies there with an anxious hole
I last and last for two hours straight
But I can't seem to release this tired prostate
First it wouldn't salute and now it won't shoot

Release me