You Can Do It If You Want To I am a dirty disgusting vile person, just want to be left to my filth. If you can do it, I can do it. I've been trying to make my life clean, all my own and on my own, too.  I cannot even say "like before" because I was never really a clean one.  Perhaps we're not meant to be clean, conceived in sin, as we were. If you can do it, I can do it. He told me that you are happy now; you said yourself that's what you wanted. So, I'm trying -like you did- to be clean. And dogma keeps yelling at me to get in line behind the rest of the world. It made me believe I was dirty evil low. Still do. If you can do it, I can do it. I'm not an addict like everyone else, feeling love and biology come back to me, knowing right where to go. I am the addiction, desperately chewing on wires; please let me go. There are no good ghosts; I am haunted now. There are no good ghosts; please let me go. If you can do it, I can do it. So much less trouble without me. I have no secret stashes because dogma poisoned me into shewing forth purity. My sin is of the heart; you cannot find it shut in a closet or stuffed between a mattress and a box spring. There is no trace, no evidence of needles, empty vials, the wrong kind of magazines. I have no secrets.  I live full of fear and hate what I've become. Watch me go, come to you. If you can do it, I can do it. Something that never changes cannot create a world capable of change. I believe we are all incapable of change. I will never be clean. Once you are dead, you are always dead. If you can do it, I can do it. If you can do it, I can do it, but I doubt my gumption. If you can do it, I can do it, but there's nothing to kill inside, lacerate longer deeper. This is what you always wanted. If you can do it, I can do it. Thursday night, time gets slow. I get a letter from the goverment. The kitchen smells like bacon everytime the micowave runs, and all of this is a life. If you can do it, I can do it.