Текст песни Deleterio Motilis - WHY?

After I say I'll (what?)
You in the bathroom of the pizza by slice place
It's not fair for me to ask what kind of wife you might make
Forbidding you to smoke, like the fascist butt of a joke
That is poor practice for opening the heart to a possible start
Right?

Horn rimmed Napoleon only in for the week
On high over the breach
In a speech he's been preaching since he's been alive

Geez, nasty little man
So fast to show his hand
To any last bastard whose ass is in pants
The man's manner's mild - like winters in the South
Rather odd, he might inquire if he can finish in your mouth
Sex starved, wreck scarred, flesh marred, but best part
Never bent bars hold men far from fresh start (No)
At dawn with Hilton pen, he feels he'll fall hard
Yes, in bed, the bard tends to pretend he's all heart